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I will probably misspell something in this essay as karmic punishment for beginning a tale by lauding goos an expert speller. I was also one of those sad children who loved diaries and stationery sets.
Mr. John Wayne CosmicCowboy's Avatar. Location: san antonio; Post Count: 38,; NBA Team: San Antonio Spurs. CosmicCowboy is offline. #2 . It helps a marriage if at least one spouse is a good speller He must have wanted to weed out those people who had busily begun saving up. But everyone knows people who claim they're terrible at it and never were any good. They'd rather just use spellcheck, they say. To Mishra, they'll confess.
Had Santa Claus himself presented me with exotic chinese massage choice between a flashy bicycle or some paper with sharpened pencils, I would have chosen the latter and been writing my thank-you note to him on that very paper a few moments later. Or geometry.
Or how to follow a GPS.
My husband, on the other hand, is spel,er foil. Greg solves mathematical puzzles for fun. He reads dense law and tax code that causes me to start tying a noose and looking for a stool.
He excels at Scrabble and crossword puzzles, though his strategy usually involves two-letter words that defy logic by amassing 40, Scrabble points. I would be doing all three, and with no impressive speed, until I received the jaws of death in my.
Despite all these virtues, he is a terrible speller. He simply cannot visualize words before they need to be typed or written.
Because I do not typically wield my power to spell for evil, I cooperatively call back the letters. I actually watched a man drive yards past our curb, then reverse the entire distance, to take a plastic bucket.
Then Greg moved to the maryr a metal filing cabinet that had been in our basement since the year someone first fabricated metal filing cabinets. It was ugly, but more to the point, it was a leaden weight.
Not to my surprise, it sat.
Lonely and dejected on the side of the road, it sat. And it sat there some.
He must have wanted to weed out gpod people who had busily begun saving up so that they could knock on the door and offer us a fair price. Because I suspected that adding a sign to the item was not going to improve its odds of taking flight, I ignored his pleas.
Until one day I noticed him disappear to the yard clutching a permanent marker and a piece of cardboard. Before I could skulk to the window to observe this arts and crafts project, he peeked his head inside.
It was spelled correctly, but there was a devilish current running through me that day. Have feedback? Want to know more?
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