Every once in a while I get distracted by a phone call or something else while I’m proof-reading a blog. If I’m almost near the end of it, my distracted little brain may decide I’ve finished it. Said distracted little brain then deletes “proof-read podcast blog” from the mental do-list and replaces it with “upload blog”. That’s no problem if the last sentence has no errors. But sometimes it does..
Which is what happened this week. I’ve already corrected it on-line, but sometimes and maybe all the time—how such forwarding programs work is all a big mystery to me—these changes aren’t sent to those who receive the blog via email or other feeds.
So this is for you. The corrected last sentence appears below:
Once years ago I was complaining to friend about how difficult it was to find clothes that fit me. What can I say? I’m not a matched set. Either some other female got my boobs or I got her butt. As so often happens in such conversations, the idea of buying clothes of the one-size-fits-all ilk came up. As most women faced with anatomical inequities well know, the response to this concept depends on where one is in one’s monthly cycle. If in a kindly mood, the idea that such clothing is possible is amusing to rolling-on-the-floor hilarious. On more testy days, the desire to do something very painful to its creator seems like a very reasonable response. Nonetheless, one-size-fits-all has been the most common teaching standard for years.
I knew what you meant! 8-)))