The Quonset Hut

I'm guilty of word crimes. I make typos that I don't catch, or the phone auto corrects and I don't catch it. But phrases like "hurling dispersions" and "sniviling dictator's drum," are just painful. Maybe I spent too much time around a Wellesley alumna who majored in English.

Cat (feeling very catty tonight)

So Cat, what dictator was sniffling while complaining?

Never mind, it was probably that blind dog or the horse that types.


Mikado