Typo Detective
When it comes to finding typos, the misses has extraordinary mutant powers. She doesn’t read. She proofreads. I admire her skill, mostly because I lack it. Lack it completely. I used to fear her reading this blog because of my penchant for typos. If it wasn’t for the invention of in-line spellcheck, I don’t think I would have written one bloody word after High School. Still, I need the technology to be way smarter. I constantly use words that, although spelled correctly, are not the words I was really after. For example, ‘courtroom trail’ instead of ‘courtroom trial’. My brain just sees the two words as one in the same.

Unfortunately, Donald L. DuPay did not hire my wife as a campaign proof reader before he went to print with the above. The Oregon Primary Election Voters Pamphlet arrived in the mail yesterday. Over 60 pages of information on candidates and statewide measures. It didn’t take the misses more than 30 seconds of paging through the pamphlet before she said with a chuckle, “Look here, Donald DuPay used to be a Homocide Detective!” Ouch. My guess is Donald’s going to get some shit from his old police buddies for that one. But I feel your pain Donald. I shan’t cast any stones least I get buried underneath an avalanche of broken glass.

Mr. Dupay has a blog! My Favorite line (taken completely out of context): “All my talk about alcohol has made me thirsty. Think I’ll go get a Jello shot!!”

Indeed.