Ran across this quote on the 'net:
Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik
I ran across someone using the word "gorey". It looked wrong, so I tried looking it up on the internet and in an unabridged dictionary. I found no help I figured it wasn't a word. Today, I'm reading The Scarlet Pimpernel, and I see "gory". Doh!
At the grocery store today a cashier holding up a plastic bag with a white thing in it called over to my cashier asking "What kind of carrot is this?" She replied, "It's a turnip." "A what?" says he.
That is all!
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