I received an email tonight that I use “compound singular nouns incorrectly.” I am extremely sensitive and that hurt me deeply. It is just a fucking blog where I enjoy sharing my tales. I am not a technical writer nor do I aspire as such. Maybe I am making a mountain out of a molehill as the person who wrote it means a lot to me. I kept thinking though why write such things unless it bothered them and not me? I will try not to let such daggers of the written word bother me too much.
On a more humorous note, George showed up tonight and gave me some heartfelt laughs.
“You never drink,” George told me of my recent escapades. “I knew when you got drunk the other night that something was wrong.”
“Oh well,” I replied. “We all bowl a gutter ball sometimes.”
George burst out laughing.
“I love you man,” George then told me.
“George, how much have you had to drink?” I asked. “You never tell me you love me unless you are drunk.”
“Only a twelve pack,” He replied.
“Dear god!” I responded. “A twelve pack would have put me in the bed.”
“I usually can drink a case before that happens,” George replied.
I burst out laughing and gave the fool a hug.