Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows how I feel about the use of improper grammar in formal writing. I HATE IT, PEOPLE. One thing that drives me crazy is the level of tolerance for grammar that used to be considered incorrect but has now become acceptable. Grrrrrrrr. Subconscious/unconscious. All right/alright. A lot/alot. When my friend shared this article with me, it totally hit home. And made me laugh, Alot.
So I don't know how it happened, but somehow I ended up discussing, with this same friend, the possibility of a knitted Alot for my baby. She knits super-cool stuff... like a squid. Various kiddie foods (you know how some kids have plastic eggs & toast? her niece has a bag of knitted pizza, bacon, donuts, pretzels...). And sushi. No, really. Ah! Here, I'm not making it up:
So when she offered to knit an Alot (or I challenged her? I can't remember now), I was pretty excited. I've been looking forward to the Alot of Yarn for months now.
And this week, it arrived! I cannot express how thrilled I was -- but these pictures should tell you how Eric felt about it.
(Yes, my son is in a box. I picked up his baby monitor the same day the Alot arrived, and the monitor had been shipped site-to-store in this box. Husband said, "That looks like he'd fit perfectly in it!" And so he did. No, I don't usually put my baby in a box.)
Thanks, Aunt Liz. This Alot ROCKS.