Written in an e-mail from pregnant sister with child under the age of two:
"He doesn't know what we think we don't know what he's thinking."
Yeah, and then my brain exploded. That sentence needs to be shot.
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Tee-hee! I "think" it just needs a comma..."He doesn't know what we think, we don't know what he's thinking."
Posted by: Carrie | August 24, 2007 at 03:33 PM
That hurt my brain.....
Posted by: Josie | August 24, 2007 at 04:10 PM
in MY defense I was typing fast so that I could get the email out and return to work. Punctuation was not a strength of mine this morning. SO picky...GAWD!
Posted by: Emily | August 24, 2007 at 05:37 PM
yeah, a comma would have helped things tremendously. Without it, it makes it look like Emily drinks at work.
Posted by: jen from boston | August 25, 2007 at 10:37 AM
Had she discovered the heretofore undiscovered combo of lemonade and vodka that day?
Posted by: Dawn | August 25, 2007 at 09:14 PM
dawn, don't even get me started. But it looks like Emfigured out the perfect summer cocktail, yes.
Posted by: jen from boston | August 26, 2007 at 09:17 PM
I do have two cases of company logoed martini shakers at my desk. SOMEONE needs to make good use of them.
And what a nice sister I have that ridicules her pregnant (equal to HIGHLY SENSITIVE) sister on her blog for all to see. Nice Jen, real nice. Pick on the pregnant one. I'll remember that when it's time to select God parents. Oh yeah, I went THERE.
Posted by: Emily | August 27, 2007 at 01:41 PM