I'm afraid that the Oldest Carrotstick is occasionally prone to a blonde (or in Dori's case, blue) moment or two.
The other day, after perusing the menu at a local down-home cooking restaurant, she let out a disgusted "ewwwwww!"
I looked at her, questioningly.
She pointed to the menu.
"They. serve. fried. ORCA!" she gagged.
"No, dear," I explained "it's OKRA, not ORCA:
She nodded, relieved.
Manifestation of blondness? Or repudiation of the purported Cambridge University postulation:
Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteer be at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed ervey lteter by istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
I'll levae it up to you to dcedie.
6 comments:
That's GREAT! I was about to call you over major typos. I'm glad it was not fried Orka--the environmentalists wouldn't like it.
I geuss Hlaey Deosn't raed yuor bolg, or, she, mihgt not appericaite tihs psot!
I think I like the Cambridge postulation, since I've always have a splleing porbelm.
What a cute girl! Also, I feel really smart being able to read all the words you misspelled! :)
I am happy to say I had to go back and see what you are talking about. Although my husband would compair me to old carrot when it comes to blond moments, and reading things completely wrong, and other things...I felt very confident with myself while reading this post.
I love reading your blog! YOu are so entertaining!! :)
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