. . . and my spelling is terrible!
"You can tell it's summer," Andy said the other day. "You have way more typos than you usually do."
Generally I'm kind of stickler about good grammar. Nothing rubs me wrong faster than viewing some public display of bad spelling or bad grammar.
Like this little gem I found at the 2007 Chicago Marathon:
I mean, figure out the difference between "your" and you're" already! Same goes for there/their/they're, et al. And misplaced apostrophes? Don't even get me started.
But as much as sloppy spelling and grammar give me gas, I'm just as guilty as the next schmuck. I've been known to type "one" when I meant "won." Sometimes messages get crossed and confused during the trip from brain to fingers. I'm a master at not finishing conjunctions. Lots of times I mean "don't" or "can't" but instead end up with "do" or "can" in my text instead. Kind of changes the meaning a little bit. . . .
I wish everything I ever typed has an outpouring of perfectly formed, grammatically correct, error-free sentences. But the truth is, everything I write needs good looking over, with lots of editing and proofreading, before it's really worthy for the world's eyes: editing and proofreading that doesn't always happen in the summer months as I move quickly from task to task.
I don't think life is too short to proofread. But I do think sometimes life is too distracting to do a very good job of it.
And you know what is too short for proofreading? Summer.