Today I had a text message conversation with my friend Barclay that went a little like this:
Barclay: Knock knock
Lindsay: Who’s there?
L: To who?
B: To whom!!
The guy knows my nerdy self too well. I have to admit I laughed.
L: Baha. That was actually pretty good. I’m visiting my sister and she says you’re a huge dork.
B: I got it from a 3-year-old. So cute.
A 3-year-old?! What kind of 3-year-old understands who vs. whom?!
L: How did a 3-year-old know that?? Haha maybe it’s my future child who has time traveled back to entertain you!
B: Or Jen Rowe‘s child.
Is it really sad that I talk about grammar/Magazine Editing/Jen Rowe so much that my friends 800 miles away know her by name?
Yes. But I don’t care.