You, too, could become a Ray of Hoe. Or at least a typo.

I read this typo in the boss' weekly memo, and instead of automatically making it seem right, my brain started changing it around.
In the midst of an inspirational saying, she suggested we teachers might

“...become a ray of hoe in the life of a child.”

A ray of hoe? A row of hay? A hoe or a shovel? Or are we calling a spade a spade? A rake, perhaps? No, let’s just Leaf well enough alone.

Or maybe we should talk balloons. In the latest non-story, a local news report called the escaped balloon sans-child a "man-made" balloon. Um, wait a minute. Have you seen any balloons occurring naturally these days? I haven't grown any in my garden, I know that much. If one came up, I'd probably be waiting for it to flower like my broccoli did.

I’ve got to stop working on Sundays. It makes me overtired, overstressed, and ridiculously punchy. All that and a Packers game, too -- enough excitement for the weekend already.

Stumble It!