Show of hands. Who thought I misspelled the title of my post last week called Exorcising? Be honest.
Because I can’t let things go, much like a dog with a bone, or an old lady with a tissue, I have to make this into an entire post.
I spelled the title, on purpose, in such a way as to bring up the image of the movie, The Exorcist. Because exercising is an excellent way for me to expel the demons.
As it were.
And I thought of including the reference in my actual post, but I couldn’t figure out a way of saying it without being awkward. (Like I’m never awkward.)
As an aside, my parents took me to see The Exorcist when I was 12.
I haven’t slept since.
Then I got a couple of e-mails from a couple of sweet teacher-type readers who had a hard time getting past the spelling. Which was intentional.
I was attempting to be clever.
Cue the crickets.
I know sometimes you take me to task over my grammar. And I welcome that. And if anyone can come up with a program called “Grammar Check” please let me know immediately.
And I’ll let this go once and for all by telling you that one time, many years ago, I stood in line behind Linda Blair at the bank.
I kept waiting for her head to spin around. But it didn’t.
She looked like any normal mom. Standing in line at the bank.
Still. I don’t sleep.