Dear Jen,
PROOFREAD.
That's all I'm sayin'.
Luv U,
Your chagrined and embarrassed perfectionist side.
October 2008
Categories
- a week in the life
- act your wage
- ailments, illnesses and maladies
- artsy
- ben
- blah & bleck
- cinema
- conversations with Evey
- cook it, blog it
- culinary pursuits
- dear whomever...
- diversions from the daily grind
- ebay
- etsy
- feel the burn
- feeling random
- finger paint
- fly friday
- good eats
- good reads
- happy holidays
- I'm an idiot
- melancholy and the infinite sadness
- memes
- minor annoyances
- my little ones
- ooooh, shiny things
- paging dr. jen
- photographic evidence
- shameless plugs
- summer reading groupies
- team switzerland
- the days of my life
- the family
- the forbidden fruits
- things that make me happy
- when bordem strikes
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haha...i feel your pain. i just sent out a newsletter to my mailing list, right, and in the first sentence i talk about updating the shope. the shope? what the world.
apparently the normal me who calls shops shops was in negotiations with the schmancy version of me (who calls them shoppes), and they were taking too long, so my typing fingers reached a compromise on their own.
i seriously debated sending out a second email to my entire mailing list just to point out that i do know that shope is not a word, but i decided there's probably no faster way to have a bunch of people hit "unsubscribe." and so i am living with the horror.
:)
Posted by: nic | October 11, 2008 at 08:54 PM
We all have moments like these. I do it all the time and I'm the most anal-retentive person I know. Shhhh. don't tell anyone.
Posted by: Suzann Oppenlander | November 03, 2008 at 07:23 AM