Today, I realized that the nasty stuff they're making me drink killed off a few of my brain cells, particularly the ones that deal with my grammar skills. But at least the "goo" tasted like chicken! FML.
The Grammarphile is a former on-air personality who realized all too quickly that good grammar and radio don't really mix. She now lives in the suburbs of Philadelphia, works in public relations, and can't get enough of her beloved Phillies. In what little free time she has, she enjoys giggling at instances of crappy writing, being the reigning queen of Boggle, and working on her novels-in-progress. She's a slave to fashion, has a serious weakness for attractive baseball players, is experiencing a severe case of Lost withdrawal, and is counting down the days until she gets to see Muse in concert again. The Grammarphile is too snarky for her own damn good, delightfully eccentric, and just a teensy bit evil. You've been warned.