Found today in the on-demand movie listing:

A young writer comes to L.A. during the Great Depression, and while spending his last nickle on a cup of coffee meets a fiery Mexican girl who both infuriates and intrigues him.

Comma issues aside, the fact that nickel is spelled wrong makes my head spin.

Two unsuccessful meat salesman are put in an unsavory position; cook up a foolproof plan to move meat, or wind up on the chopping block.

Two salesman. Two man. Two…

I can’t figure out how they did that.

I want to go swimming.

I want to be in a below-ground, outdoor pool. I want to feel the cool, crisp water and smell the chlorine.

Wow, I can imagine it. Why do I keep craving these weird things?

My hands are cramping, too. But it’s worth it - I’m making the most gorgeous blanket!

What do you think?