Phone call came in from the boy at work.

Him: Hey. I'm writing something and I need to know if I should spell it "t-o-n-i-g-h-t" or "t-o-n-i-t-e".
Me: WTF, tonite? Did you go to school? Tonite is not a word.
Him: But I've seen it.
Me: "Tonite" is not a word like "thru" is not a word.
Him: Not even in drive-thru?
Me: ....
Him: That's why they pay you. Goodbye.

Oh boys and their grammatical inaccuracies.

Onward! I swear to heaven this is the last time I'll say a damn word about it, if only because it's totally unnatural for me to self-promote, but some other good stuff could hinge on this, so. If you haven't voted in the poll, it'd be sort of awesome if you could do that. 'Cause, you know. Sales and stuff. Yup.

My vet called tonight to inform me my dog probably has sphincter control problems. Par for the course, man. Par for the course.


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