You guys should thank your lucky stars this morning, as you've been spared. Spared from what?, you're probably asking yourselves. Spared from lots of baseball talk, that's what. It's October, and I'm officially in playoff baseball mode. That's both a good and a bad thing. It's great because this is where I start really behaving myself due to baseball karma (which, along with the baseball gods, I am sure really exists). This means I'll be bringing donuts to work, rushing to hold doors open for little old ladies, not flipping people off when they cut me off on the road, tipping over the usual 20%, etc. Not that I'm not nice on a regular basis, but during the postseason, I turn it up a notch--basically, I'm Saint Nikki for about a month.
That being said, I eat/breathe/sleep/talk baseball for pretty much the entirety of October. The other night I was actually dreaming of Joe Mauer hitting a home run at Target Field. And the playoffs haven't even started yet. This is just the beginning (muahahaha!!!). Saint Nikki's good deeds will be balanced out by an abundance of screaming, shrieking, "Omigod, [insert the Phillie/Twin/Ranger/Ray's name here] has SUCH A NICE ASS!!!" and the occasional (OK, slightly more than occasional) swear word...or string of swear words (promptly followed by an apology to the baseball gods).
But I digress. Today, you lucky, lucky folks, you've been saved from baseball-related grammar/spelling errors. I'll save those for once the playoffs have started. You can thank BETSEEEE for this--this morning she sent me an error I couldn't resist posting today. She quipped, "This isn't music to my ears," and I've gotta agree with her. A voila/viola error doesn't sound pretty or look pretty on a web page. But hey, the cardigan's pretty cute! (I'm like a magpie in human form--I go for anything that sparkles.)
Happy freakin' Monday, everyone!