The Hard Truth.

Yes, I know.

I am quite aware that I spell words wrong all the time. What did you say? Did I used to teach English? Harrumph, Hardly. I didn't teach it, I Dictated! But, so what. Just because I'm merciless and snappy rude to the youngsters doesn't mean I have to obey those same rules. In fact, I like to think of myself as the 'rogue' English major. I'm dancing to the beat of my own drum. I'm spelling with my own flair. I'm edumakated as much as the next frumpy mother of four.

Why all the fuss? Well, I've decided that despite my spelling choice, I shouldn't be OK with spelling my name wrong.

Yes, I know. I know that on my own website I've spelled my name wrong. How did that happen? Though I hate to admit the truth, it is one of the four answers below...you can decide which one.

1. I secretly loathe my married name and this is my way of taking a stand.
2. I was trying something new to see if it was easier to pronounce.
3. It was a ploy to entice you and others to scrutinize my website for hours on end...essentially drumming up business.
4. I was so dead tired, working at three in the morning, that I truly forgot how to spell my name.

Moving on...what was this post about? Ah, Yes. The Truth. Truth is, I am too tired, or lazy, or annoyed to fix it. I lost the original graphic and it would take me too long to make another logo. Plus I am not all that in love with the logo anyway. This is where I'm hoping one of you out there will take pity on me, fix me a new logo as a .png, and send it to me.

If not, well, you'll just have to live with it. OK, I'll just have to live with it. Whatever.