tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11609234.post6548353713695280748..comments2023-10-20T07:42:47.536-07:00Comments on Don't Ask Me; I'm Making This Up As I Go Along: The Broccoli of Death, or something like thatJohn Hedtkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14971999501208413242noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11609234.post-3740317182696435552008-10-27T11:31:00.000-07:002008-10-27T11:31:00.000-07:00Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger! I always get that one...Oh, bugger, bugger, bugger! I always get that one wrong. :( I've fixed it. <BR/><BR/>FWIW, it's right up there with 'accommodate' (which I usually forget to put the second 'm' in) or 'vicissitude' (which inevitably starts out life as 'viscissitude'). <BR/><BR/>It's one o' them vicissitudes of life I must accommodate. <BR/><BR/>broccoli<BR/>broccoli<BR/>broccoli<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>bugger....John Hedtkehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14971999501208413242noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11609234.post-48838344665261426142008-10-27T11:17:00.000-07:002008-10-27T11:17:00.000-07:00Repeat after me, John--BroccoliBroccoliBroccoli2 C...Repeat after me, John--<BR/><BR/>Broccoli<BR/>Broccoli<BR/>Broccoli<BR/><BR/>2 Cs, 1 LAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com