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I’ve never understood why people do that!
That is one grumpy-ass flower.
Ha. Do understand, Laine, I posted this (with next-day timestamp) yesterday while I was in the middle of a big, bad grumpy session. It mad me smile in a mean, Grinchy kind of way. My heart has grown back to normal size (instead of 2 sizes too small) since, so I’m not a cranky today.
Still, there’s nothing like the misuse of apostrophes (NOT apostrophe’s) to make me want to scratch out my eyeballs. Mom left her mark on me.
I feel your pain. I gave up correcting clients’ and students’ apostrophe errors long ago. pita
I need a flower that snaps, “What the eff is your thesis?” and one that groans, “blah, blah, blah,” at a paper that waxes, “Since the beginning of time/recorded history…”