G wants his own blog post, apparently I don't talk about him enough (not that he ever reads this, he's got better things to do).
Here ya go, petal. It's half yours, there's even a photo...
The rest of the time, I'm going to bitch about English grammar. I just want to scream "why so difficult?!?" and then burn the fucking textbooks. All those parts of speech! Who really, honestly, gives a monkeys about it?
Oh, yeah, EFL teachers. Like me.