Twenty....seven?!

The rumors are true.  I will be 27 on Saturday.  I'm not sure how this happened, as I'm pretty sure it was last week that I insisted my parents bring lots of cupcakes to Miss Cindy's Nursery School to celebrate ME.  But alas, here we are.

At 27, I've learned a lot.  One thing I've noticed recently (well, not recently- I've always been a grammar hard ass) is that for the most part, people don't know how to use correct grammar or punctuation.  It's fresh on my mind because Summer and I just had a conversation about it, but I really wonder how people get so far in life (or not) without being able to construct a proper sentence.  I will admit, I'm guilty of the occasional brain fart where I'm typing so fast that my mind tricks me into thinking I need "you're" instead of "your" or something along those lines.  BUT, those evens are rare, and I pretty much immediately correct myself, lest anyone think I really say "your welcome."  (God, it was even hard to type that just now.  My thumb is resisting the urge to mousepad its way back up to that word.)  Actual Facebook comments/statuses:

"YOUR SO BEAUTIFUL!" 

"I was their.  It was awsome."  (you were their what?! Cat?  Dog? Sex slave?  I need to know!!)

"u know i want 2 go."  This was typed by someone MY AGE.  Sigh.

As a result of our acceptance of these poor practices, people like Summer and our other brave educators have to sort through pages upon pages of papers from students who think "wanna" is the proper way to say "I want to" or "I would like to" and "kinda" is the same as saying "slightly" or "marginally."  Save the grammar!  I know grammar isn't cuddly like a baby seal, and it won't hug you like an endangered monkey, but we really need to stop sucking at this.  For the future of our youth.  And to decrease the chances of me having an aneurysm. 

I'll tell you this.  I'll be damned if I ever accept a text message or note from my kid saying "Hey Mom, goin 2 a friends house.  C U l8tr."  NOPE.  Not happening.  Don't let bad grammar happen to you.

So ends my PSA/birthday announcement.  Toodles.