Tony! Tony! Look around!
Boomer's not the English major to be found.
I really suspect that Gracie is an English major. She claims that she is a cheerleader. But I have long been suspicious that Gracie is, indeed, an English major. You see above that she knows the name of a club for English majors that meets in TV. How would she know that? English majors have to meet in secret.
And somewhere in my hazy past here on TOTV, I think I found out that Gracie can name all the linking verbs. Talk about an Aha moment.
She says she is a cheerleader, but.....
Aw, Gracie. C'mon. Fess up. Cheerleader? English major? Both? Linking verbs?
Gimme an
am!
Gimme an
is!
Gimme an
are, was, were!
What's it spell?
amisarewaswere
LOUDER!
amisarewaswere!
LOUDER STILL!
AMISAREWASWERE!!!
YAY!!!!! (Leap high into the air! Double back flip!) YAY!!
Ohhhh, please don't get me started on
looks, tastes, smells, feel and all those other confusing verbs that can work both ways. And they end up getting modified by adverbs when they should not be. Especially
feel. That one just drives me nuts. People are always saying that they feel badly. Dr. Oz and Oprah on television are always saying how they
feel badly. They mean they feel bad. Unless they are just bad at feeling. Like maybe they grope or grab or something like that. Like those boys back in high school tried to do. You know what I mean.
I think that I am truly descending into madness now. It is this weather. Next thing you know I will be showing you pictures of my dog and my desk and who knows what else I might do or write. And it is not even close to midnight. And that
wind is still howling like a banshee out there. And it has been doing that for hours. Howling wind makes me crazy.
And I must now go forth and split some infinitives with my ax and write a whole bunch of sentence fragments. I love sentence fragments. Grammar check kept telling me not to write sentence fragments. So I told grammar check to go frag itself.
This weather here in Ohio is madness. Madness. I tell you. MADNESS!
Boomer