It was just pointed out to me that I wrote, “Mary and I are the polar poopsites of Bev” when I probably meant, “Mary and I are the polar opposites of Bev” in my entry of earlier today. You know, I think I prefer poopsites, so will let it stand. Not sure what it means, or if it’s a good thing to be or a bad thing, but I like the sound of it. That’s me, a polar poopsite. And a not very careful deirto.

Oh, and since I’m posting corrections, Chuck pointed out to me that in my entry about the lemons we were on the 110, not the 710. And that has made all the difference.