Honesty In Typing

So, here's my gift to you: honesty in typing. Whatever coes out I'm just going to let it sit there and be a testimony to the need for my anal retentive drafting. Already, I went back to edit part of that sentence. Maybe I can't even greewrite anymore? I'm an editing MACHING! I hope this is adding your hilarity. 'To your hilarity of the morning, that is. I feel like I'm at a nudist colony, only to discover that everyone else is still wearing turtlenecks and twills.

Here's a random tidbit: I clearly remember the first time I heard the word "Chateau." I was just a kid, and we were watching some charley brown special on tv. they said it several times and I remember being so struck by it, and not being terribly sure what it meant at first. thus began a love affair with hoity toity words that would last a lifetime. "By the time she was an octogenarian, J'Non would have gratuitously worked in the words "multitudinous" "nefarious" "polysyllabic" and "sesquipidalianistic" (not to mention "octogenarian") in more than one missive to unsuspecting friends. She also developed an unhealthy addiction to Boggle, but after several trips to rehab, she gave up on her dream to be free of those lettered fetters that bound her... She was buried with her original Boggle set (not the gold-plated version, which was pretty to look at but which lacked the sentimental value of the original)."

YES!!! I started editing mid-paragraph ago! I JUST CAN'T DO IT!!! I am shamed... This must be what it feels like to try and quit smoking. Where's my nicorette for over-drafters?