I mock, you mock, they confuse caddy with catty.

Alrighty. In a few minutes I'm going to start hauling glasses downstairs and fixing the mess the dog created up here. Which will naturally be my fault, despite the fact that I checked, and the food wrappers she's so thoughtfully dragged up here? Not mine. Ah, the joys of... Nope, I'm out of fun ways to phrase things at the moment. That's okay.

In a related story, I tried to clean my room yesterday but I couldn't find the motivation. I know, you'd think "clean room!" would be enough, but nope. I've stalled. So the bathroom is half clean and half junky, and I'm not thrilled with it, but I couldn't manage to overcome my crushing apathy in an attempt to fix it. Weird.

Know what makes me laugh until I cry? When I read something mocking anything and someone uses the wrong word, either because they don't know any better, or because they spelled it wrong and ended up with another word entirely. The first rule of mocking is to make sure that you don't leave yourself open for easy access mockage!

Duh.