Comma Chameleon

My grands are visiting for 2 weeks. It has be been grand to have them. They are bright stars, these two. And I adore their mother. However, I would not write home about my skill in protecting my writing time here at the Very Bad Cat Cali Camp for Friends and Relations. (VBCCC4FR)

Just a musing then.

I have been entranced with the work of Ella Cordova for quite sometime. But this ditty? It sent me into a paroxysm of laughter. Why? you may ask. A smile? Sure. A chuckle? Indeed. But full-on LMAO? In fact I cannot fully explain my excess delight in the minutiae of writing rules.

Check it out:

https://youtube.com/shorts/ky0YOo7_Y0o?si=ewtzGcuLU4Oz6Z_A

A few years ago, I bought myself the mug in this photo and promptly wrote a Textku. Of course, it should have/would have been sent to my editor-in-chief. ❤️‍🔥

Bless my poor writing group members for their patience in fielding it instead.

So from my archive:

, , ,

Do not mess with me

Before my coffee, an egg,

And Oxford comma.

Fair readers—indulge me with your patience, pliability, and politeness in embracing the Oxford Comma.

Thanks for reading.