I’m a terrible speller.  Seriously, my phonetic offerings are often so far off the mark that spell check doesn’t even try to guess my intended target.  Rather it offers suggestions on altering my career choice, LOL Cats and open mocking.  Spell check has a wicked sense of humor.

My wife finds this shortcoming of mine much as she does the others (the list is long), with a mix of disgust, pity and smug superiority.  It doesn’t become her and frankly, it makes the consistent little hobgoblins in my mind very insecure.  There is a lot of hugging in my noggin.

But I digress.