This disclaimer is related to Frenchy's visit because as an avid reader of the blog and fellow English major, she of course noticed my glaring misuse of the word "mute." And as soon as she said, "You know how you wrote that something was a ..." -- before she even said the word, it immediately occurred to me and I yelled like a crazed woman: "MOOT MOOT MOOT like MOOT court, not MUTE!" This is just unthinkable and completely embarrassing.
Do forgive, dear reader.
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