Grammar

As most of you probably know I am horrible at Grammar. If you didn't know that go to Michaels buy some paper and a letter sketcher and forger yourself a fake diploma. Because, you just got an education. Well my sad disease started back in the 3rd grade the time where my mind decided that the rest of my life would be better off if I just didn't learn grammar. Here again is another entry to tell my physiatrist about how I should stop trusting my mind and make all my decisions based on the magic 8 ball. (It never steers me wrong I tell you) So I've been getting along pretty kind of ok for sometime with my less than satisfactory sense of grammar until last week when I decided that some words in my sentence need not be said or written. This word that I opted to forget turned out to be the quintessential word "not". Needless to say the universe that was the world of words I was trying to communicate fell to shambles. Now forgetting the word not in a statement can sometimes be corrected by one of those "Oh my mistake, I meant..." clauses. However, I had no such opportunity to get one of these in. So I just had to go with it. Long story short. Things didn't work out. Cards did not fall my way. Lady luck went to the ladies room on me. That stupid cage that is supposed to fall on the plastic mouse in the Milton Bradley "mouse trap game", refused to fall. And I was left yelling "That’s not what I meant!!" across the quad. So, children of young and old. The moral of this story is learn your English even if that means going to some school playground and waiting after school for that lone kid, and jumping him and stealing his Grammar book. Oh by the way if you do that, I have preemptive rights to any Macaroni noodle jewelry you gain in the process. That’s right!