Paradigm is another one that had me stumped when I was young. The 'g' just threw me off for some reason and I never realized it was silent. I mean, say that word without a silent 'g'... paradi-gym. Why would my brain think that was a-okay? And, even more weirdly I knew what the word meant when reading it incorrectly simply because of the context of the sentences in which it was written. I knew the word to hear it spoken correctly. It took me AGES to realize it was the same word and I had been pronouncing it wrong in my head when reading. I genuinely don't consider myself an idiot... but... there are instances of the way my brain works that really leaves me second guessing sometimes. I surely have more. hmmm. Oh, I do indeed. Fruition. I read it incorrectly when I was really young. Fruit-ation for some reason. Even well past knowing the correctness I still found that I read it incorrectly for years. I vividly remember saying it wrong once as an adult, immediately correcting myself, laughing it off, but internally being aghast that younger idiocy still not only lurked, but came right to the surface.
Curious, I decided to look up something. Moving at the speed of Voyager, it would take 20,000 years to travel 1 light year. So, sorry LP-791-18 b. I simply don't have enough vacation time built up for a visit.
Not our (Canadian) fault. You there, from down south, somehow came up with the name Canadian bacon. You know what we call bacon in Canada? Those thinly cut strips of delicious, pork belly. Same thing you call bacon down yonder. We don't even say "yonder". Well, we clearly had enough. Enough I tells ya!! You want Canadian Bacon, well now you've got it. Meet our super pigs. Mother sucklers. /s
As a unit of measurement, it's on par with the more commonly used "olympic sized swimming pools". Pugs is a metric measurement though, so more universally accepted.
I agree. Those are pointless and on the verge of being useless. I've never even seen cupboards above a fridge that aren't flush with the front of the fridge. And I ain't no spring chicken. Even when beside less deep upper cabinets, the above the fridge ones stick out.
That is a conundrum. Why do I get the feeling that the final solution that the fine folks of the Manteca, California city staff come up with will be one with many layers of head-scratching obfuscation. Obviously the solution is for the shelter and fire station to swap locations.
This is most likely because the woman felt overwhelmed with shame at not immediately supporting her husband's spectacular plans for his remains after his death.
Complete idiotic nonsense. Obviously the best solution for this problem is to wear a headband with a hook built into the front of it that can latch on to the glasses. A simple adjustment of the headband and your glasses are now anti-gravity glasses!!
I surely have more. hmmm. Oh, I do indeed.
Fruition. I read it incorrectly when I was really young. Fruit-ation for some reason. Even well past knowing the correctness I still found that I read it incorrectly for years. I vividly remember saying it wrong once as an adult, immediately correcting myself, laughing it off, but internally being aghast that younger idiocy still not only lurked, but came right to the surface.
So, sorry LP-791-18 b. I simply don't have enough vacation time built up for a visit.
Well, we clearly had enough. Enough I tells ya!! You want Canadian Bacon, well now you've got it. Meet our super pigs.
Mother sucklers.
/s
lmao, brilliant.