The more you know...

I've always loved grammar and language and reading and writing. I'm a bit of an overzealous enthusiast. Some might call me a Nazi of sorts and that's fine. And even I make mistakes; I have issues with apostrophes when words end in S. Always have, always will. I still don't know where the punctuation goes when I'm writing a quote or citing a source in a paper. And that's fine.

If someone says "on accident" I don't correct them. If there's an extra apostrophe in a sign somewhere of course I'll change it, but always surreptitiously, I don't want to call anyone out and embarrass them.

Really.

I don't correct people even when it involves my most hated of all grammatical errors: using the word less instead of fewer (mainly because I'd be correcting everyone constantly). No one ever switches it around the other way because saying "I drank fewer coffee than usual today" sounds weird to pretty much everyone. But for some reason I'm one of the few people that thinks it's icky when people say "I had less cups of coffee today". (See, I have NO idea where to put that period.) (Or this one).

Digression averted.

I honestly have a physical reaction when someone uses less incorrectly. I know that makes me a bit of a crazy and again I'm okay with that. I have written blogs about proper grammar. I've just recently posted a status update on Facebook with a gentle reminder about the differences between less and fewer. But what prompted me to write, to air my grievances and allow the world (or three* people) to catch a glimpse into the true nature of my grammar crazies, is that I've now sent two e-mails to two different companies informing them of their unfortunate and incorrect grammar, using less when they should be using fewer.

I know they don't care, I know they won't change it, and I know they'll think I'm a crazy beezy with nothing better to do with her time except feed her houseful of cats. And you know what? I am that.. except for the part about the cats. I know it won't do anything, but I feel better having sent them. One intern will skim my e-mail roll his eyes and hit delete, but maybe one of these days I can get one company to change it. My goal is to not have less replace fewer and end up in the dictionary as an acceptable alternative.

I yielded to unconscious and subconscious meaning the same thing and was NOT happy about it.

*Another fun rule is that numbers one through nine are spelled out and 10 and up are.. well, written like numbers. Tell your friends.

Forgive the lateness of my reply

I am physically unable to get anywhere on time. It doesn't matter how hard I try something is always blocking my way- literally and figuratively.

Today was spa day and it was fabulous. Groupon is the best invention ever and I got a manicure, a brow wax (yikes those suckers were out of control, but the artist/brow tech (?) said I have really nice brows with perfect arches. Thanks? I will take any compliment offered my way!), and a haircut. Along with the haircut came a pretty hefty glass of Merlot so that was an added bonus.

Everything was planned out and I was walking out the door with 5 extra minutes to allow for any missteps, detours, or obnoxious afternoon traffic jams (seriously, all those people can't possibly be on the same work schedule as me! Where are you GOING at 11am on a Thursday?!)

Unfortunately the first detour was running back in the house to print the physical Groupon coupon and that took up all of my allotted extra time. Print print print click click click! Finally after some threats of physical violence in super scary hushed tones I got what I needed and was out the door.

Next detour? A physical one with road barriers directing me down some random street underneath the bridge. Thanks Belmont/Morrison and my GPS for leading me astray so easily! When I finally cleared the detour another LITERAL blockade of a giant truck trying to park kept me from turning on the street I needed to be on.

Thank goodness I drive like a Californian because I was still only two minutes late to my appointment.

Spa day was a success, my nails, brows and hair all look super cute and well looked after (for once). The wine was perfect and I capped it all off with an amazing GF/vegan (except for the bacon!) pizza from the only place in Portland I can eat pizza: Oasis Cafe on Hawthorne.

I got an entire pizza but only ate 2 pieces, I'll be eating like a queen (one riddled with allergies anyway) for a week!