Dork. D-O-R-K. Dork.

I was a dork growing up.

I’m aware of this. I was the goody-goody. The one that got told by the kindergarten teacher that she’d make an excellent nun, the one that got picked to do the readings at school masses, and always raised her hand when the teacher asked a question.

And I’m very aware that what I’m about to disclose will solidify me even further as the perfect child nerd.

I competed in the state spelling bee.

Which yes, required me to win two prior spelling bees before competing in said state spelling bee.

And yes I did attempt to read the dictionary to get my spelling chops ready for competition. And I will always remember the word I got out on—surmise is spelled with an ‘s’ not a ‘z.’

Given this inborn love of spelling, nothing drives me more insane than a guy that cannot spell. These sites provide spell check people. Give it a shot.

Here’s a couple of my favorites from the sites.

eneergeutic
a. energetic
b. what happens to a person that’s overdosed on Starbucks

alter boy:
a. altar boy
b. man addicted to altering his online profile to attract the woman he wants

fansy
a. fancy
b. the act of being fansy, like painting your chest green and gold for the big game

atletic
a. athletic
b. what happens to someone when they spend too much time at the gym and too little time at the library

honset
a. honest
b. common phrase used in husband-wife communication around the dinner hour. “HONSETTHETABLE!”