SoYouBetterGetToItVille
The day the work week started it sure seemed like summer, from a weather point of view of least, ended also.
And, just as suddenly, there were kids everywhere at the place I work.
Kids that, at least in part, it is my job to teach a thing or three.
Which always scares the bejeebuz out of me for the first few days or so.
Anyway...
When I finally got back to the non-teaching stuff near week's end, I found myself staring at the word 'forgot' as I was writing an Email to a colleague.
Because it just didn't look right.
That word, I mean.
And, given one of my New (School) Year's resolutions, this time I eschewed the Google and instead reached for my wee little pocket Oxford dictionary.
Which, when I stuck my thumb in it opened directl to the page above.
Gosh.
Do you think the non-digital parallel universe of real things was trying to tell me something?
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Earworm from the header?....Try...This!
And, ya, I stayed away from the Loverboy on purpose, especially given the fact that I was recently informed that even the cowbell might not be real on the original track.
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2 comments:
RossK
And here we thought that every single 'sentence' was being copied to the internet to be found by a Google search.
Zero hits for your pocket Oxford on FORGET on Page 196
Oxford, forget v.t./i. (p.t. forgot, p.p. forgotten) lose remembrance (of); stop thinking about
Ha!
Might have something to do with the fact that I've had that little pocket dictionary since my gradual student days (i.e. pre-Mosaic).
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