I hate being wrong.
I especially hate being outspelled.
And I really, REALLY hate being outspelled by certain people.
I have been called on the carpet for my spelling of coup in the term chicken coup. The funny thing about it is, I always spelled it “coop” until a person I deemed at least my intellectual equal, but quite possibly smarter, spelled it “coup.” I didn’t even research it. I just automatically changed my spelling of the word. Oh, dumb farm girl. Why? Why would you do that without so much as a single Google search? You, dumb farm girl, are an ENGLISH MAJOR. Spelling “coop” is what you do.
And I was corrected by a friend who will always misspell “definitely” under pressure. It’s ITE, not ATE.
It just goes to show one thing: don’t trust Facebook comments for your spelling guidance. And if you can’t spell coop, you shouldn’t have one. This is perhaps what I am taking away from this. I have roosters that have learned to carry weapons. I can’t turn on the hose without almost dislocating my eyeballs with a fierce stream of sprinkler water. And I can’t spell “coop.”
The good news is, the roosters are going to auction. One week from Saturday.
Trust me, that will be worth a report.
Remember, it’s coop. And definitely. Definitely coop.