Sick of your shit? CHECK!
Total Dork? CHECK!
First and foremost, I am a mom. After that? I am a total dork. I am even captain of LaDorkas. I take great pride in making others suffer with me. Hell, why should I be the only one? Don’t let all of this fool you. I’m really quite awesome humble. If you get to know me, you’ll realize this.
My therapist once told me to try and get over myself. I’m working on that. However, as “The Fantastic Mr. Fox” said, “I think I have this thing where I need everybody to think I’m the greatest — the quote-unquote fantastic Mr. Fox — and if they aren’t completely knocked- out, dazzled, and kind of intimidated by me, then I don’t feel good about myself.”
Small things irritate me. I am a self proclaimed, “Homophone Nazi”. I expect everyone to learn the difference between your and you’re; there, their and they’re; too, to and two; its and it’s; and other homophones not listed here. I expect you to use them properly.
I used to think I was a total grammar nazi, but that’s simply not true. I do like proper grammar but the homophone situation is my specialty.