I am not a morning person. When I get up in the morning (actually after any long sleep) I am disoriented, vague, goofy and silly. I wander from the bedroom, walking in a silly goofy way (’cause I am a member in good standing of the Ministry of Silly Walks) and fumble through my “just got up’ rituals – open the curtains and the windows (if needed), make a cup of coffee.
This morning, in my usual goofy fog, as I was getting the milk from the fridge, I said, out-loud, apropos of nothing at all, “I’m sorry I’m not responsible for that”.
Immediately the grammar Nazi in my head said “Excuse me, but don’t you mean ‘I’m sorry COMMA I’m not responsible for that’?”
I repeated to my husband what the grammar Nazi said and he just threw me a sideways eye roll.
Feel free to do the same.