31 October 2008
Macabre Thoughts for the Holiday
It was a dark and (not) stormy night. Our heroine read the novel for adults written by the teenage vampire romance author at the kitchen table while eating chocolate—when it happened. She read her grammar pet peeve of the month and the hair on the back of her neck stood up. "Different than. . ." she read, and she had to re-read it three times in her mind "different from" before she could be comfortable again. The heroine would have had trouble sleeping that night if her children hadn't taxed her to the maxed her that day.
In other news, the heroine found out she was going to be a grandmother because Grace pointed to her calf and said, "I having a baby." She realized that apparently any bodily part that is shaped like a bump is fair game for prenatal storage. She hoped that her friends and loved ones would check their bumps to make sure they didn't feel any strange things that might be unknown unborn children kicking or pushing.
The heroine wondered what grammar naughtiness peeved everyone else, or what bumps in the night kept them wide awake too late?