Wordle doodle
Friday, September 10th, 2010I sometimes get the words “ravage” and “ravish” mixed up. They kind of mean the same thing, don’t they? (Also, “radish.” But this is not the same at all. This is a “swollen pungent-tasting edible root.”)
Mixing up words out loud in conversation is one of my great fears. As most fears do, this stems from traumatic childhood experiences.
When I was 7-years old, New Kids on the Block released a Christmas album with a song called “Funky Funky Xmas.” It was the coolest song ever, so naturally, while the Parsons family was doing our annual pajama-clad Christmas light drive, I was singing it at the top of my lungs.
When we got home, my dad confiscated the NKOTB tape, because how dare they teach children the F-word.
There was also that one time that I asked an old lady if she lived in a condom, I mean, a condo.
But now I’m a grown-up, and it’s time to confidently know the difference between broach/breach/brooch/breech. I won’t breach the subject. The baby wasn’t born brooch. I mean, COME ON.
