Dangling Participles and Unfortunate Nonsense

Sorry in advance. This is going to be one of those non-posts that I put up until I really sit down and write something. I don't know what's going on with me, but lately I can't get focused to sit and write. If I didn't know better, I'd worry that I had scatter prego brain. Thankfully, Mr. C took care of any possibility of that being the case shortly after we were surprised with Roo, so it's unfortunately fortunate that I can't blame a fetus or embryo or hormones or something. Or would that be fortunately unfortunate?

In any case, you know what I mean. And maybe you just noticed (as I did) what a funky word fortunate is. Serious. Type it a few times. It's weird. For-choo-nut. Weird.

Anyway.

As I was reading through the last few posts, I noticed a few EMBARRASSING mistakes. No, it wasn't all the misplaced commas. Those are there in every post because in first grade my teacher gave me the bad advice to insert commas wherever it sounds like a breath should be taken. This is how I learned to write, I can't unlearn it, and despite all the red pen I received all over my college papers, I remain confused about where commas go. Also, as long as we're talking about it, those dangling participles aren't going anywhere either. Those I know about, but refuse to acknowledge because the term itself sounds like something that should be clipped off of a hairy dog's hiney. Perhaps, if one day the snobby grammar professors at Harvard or whatever think of a new name for them, I'll reconsider and remove them. Until then, they stay.

Wow. I digressed.

What I wanted to do tonight is clarify the following:

In my first Finger Food Friday post, I mentioned that my friend who's husband is from Santa Fe, got me the chicken sauce as a gift. You may have read this and thought "Who the heck cares about where her friend's hubs is from?". I forgot to mention that it was relevant because in Santa Fe, apparently the locals put hot sauce on everything. They are hot sauce connoisseurs. So she, myfriendwho'shusbandisfromSantaFe, knows a lot about hot sauce. That's all.

Whew. Glad we cleared that up.

Also, in my last post, you know- the one I forgot to title because I was so exhausted? I mean, I was really exhausted. It was exhausting writing how exhausted I was and that must be how I used the single word exhausted 5 times in one post. Exhausting! Next time I promise to edit myself a little better and also make use of my handy dandy thesaurus. So sorry.

Okay, that's all for tonight. I'll post Finger Food Friday on Sunday this week, because Mr. C is taking the older kiddos out for their annual camping trip. That means it's me and Roo together for a full week. I don't know if I can handle all her cuteness alone, but I'm going to give it a try. At the very least, let's all hope that I can focus a bit better and actually write something worth your time. (Yes, you! Thank you for reading! And for putting up with misplaced commas and dangling whatevers. I heart you, I heart you, I heart you!)

You all have a good night!