There's something I've always known, but never admitted. I've come to realize I can't deny any longer. I am the world's worst writer, typer, speller~ basically anything to do with English besides speaking... anyone who knows me can testify that I can easily talk to anyone for hours. Ask me to type out my thoughts and who knows what you'll get back. Last night while watching a little TV my husband decided he should read through my blogs and see if there are any typos. Ten seconds into it he's typing away, fixing all kinds of stuff, then starts laughing out loud. He feels the needs to read me all my mistakes, point out what I should have written, where my commans are supposed to be, basically shreads my blogs apart. I've secretly always know I think too fast for my fingers, but now I admit it! I'm an artist, not a writer! :) I apologize to all those who'se blogs I butchered, I hope my feelings and emotions shown through the bad typing!
ps. My husband said he has checked though and changed all the mistakes. So, any remaining errors... not my fault!