Sunday, August 1, 2010
Yes, I have been referred to by this loving moniker a time or two.
It's okay. I embrace it. I AM a bit of a grammar nazi. The improper use of the English language just grates on my nerves. Can't help it.
From what I understand, this runs in the family. When my dad and his siblings were little, they enjoyed eating the olives from my my grandparents' martinis (I mean, what kid doesn't love a vodka-soaked green olive?). If they asked their father, in typical kid style, "Can I have a olive?" Well then, the answer would be no. But if they asked in grown up, correct grammar, "May I please have an olive?" Well then they would then be rewarded with the olive.
That's certainly one way to teach 'em.
But I digress.
I apologize in advance for the obscenity of this link (sorta). But I do love it, yes I do. It makes the grammar nazi in me smile with delight.