I had intended to write a post, but now Krissa is lying on the sofa singing a small song (to the tune of the typical NYC car alarm) about how she's tired and wants to go to bed. This, at the sound of my typing, has transformed into a small stereotypical repetitive moan, which includes the phrase, 'Can't you take the blogging to bed?'.
I'm going now.
Ah well.
Doesn't she say just the most romantic things?
Mrs.D. has a similar line..
p.s. while I'm in aggravating mode, something I've been meaning to ask for ages:
Why is 'Hiboux' plural when it's prefixed by Le Petit'?
Just askin'...
She likes it that way. She knew it was, shall we say, grammatically incorrect, when she chose it, but she didn't want 'les' or 'hibou' (or whatever the singular is) so she made it the way it is because she like the look of it.
Caused no end of 'FYI, your title is wrong' comments, mind.
but, didn't she say in a recent post that she is a stickler for correct grammar at all times? hmmm.
Isabel, I'm a firm believer that for a good reason, language is flexible. I also clarify my choices for the title in my sidebar "about". I've covered my bases!
Can you not blog in bed?