Does this ever happen to you?
You’re writing . . . an email, blog post, Facebook status, whatever . . . and you give your prose a quick glance-over to make sure you haven’t made any ridiculous typos (like using “your” instead of “you’re”) and you realize that the crotchety old English teacher that lives inside your computer has taken out her red pen and underlined every word she feels you need to change. (She’s giving you a chance to find your own “mistakes” as she waits, arms crossed, foot tapping.)
Only they’re not mistakes. You’re using your country’s spelling because the Olympics are going on and this is how you’ve chosen to support your fellow athletes. You ignore Ms. Crotchety-English-Teacher and her so-called “good intentions” and what does she do? She automatically chooses to ignore the fact that you’ve just ignored her and changes all said words into American spelling.
You. Are. Miffed.
You go back and fix the words back into Canadian spelling but she insists these are typos and changes them back into American spelling. Admittedly, sometimes you may choose to humour her but today you must fight like an armoured spelling bee for your cause because otherwise this will have a direct impact on said fellow athletes from your Country.
Also, possibly coffee makes you a little OCD.
All that to say . . .
Dear My American Readers: Sometimes you’re my neighbor and sometimes you’re my neighbour. Possibly this is only reinforced every four years.
In other news, it’s time for the weekly wrap-up!
This weekend the world was born of a new shaver but I’m not allowed to write about it so instead here’s the story of why I didn’t become a vet. – A glimpse into my childhood when really all I want to do is tell you about my weekend.
If your kids think you’re perfect, revel in it because one day that will all change. – Not sure when this started but I think it’s NORMAL.
Sometimes I’m afraid of my own mind – Especially at the ungodly hour of 2 a.m.
See y’all next week!
Meanwhile, keep reading!