I once peformed poorly in English classes--junior high right into high school. It's because in 1st grade during music class we had to sing "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah." Grammar and vocab are instilled at a young age, retarded and reinforced when one lives in the shadow of a "y'all" drawl in Oklahoma.
"Mister Bluebird's on my shoulder, / It's the truth, it's "actch'll" / Everything is "satisfactch'll."
This is what I think about in the shower. Please don't picture me in the shower, unless that works for you. It doesn't for me.
Thanks for visiting my blog! I'll be keeping up with your adventures in gardening.
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