A reminder...
In my newsletter last Friday if meant to type, "She was six feet tall...of grandmotherly countenance..."
What I actually typed was, "She was six feet tall...of grandmotherly continence..."
I had read through it three times, but I knew the word was supposed to be countenance, so that's what I saw.
Thankfully, we always proof each other's stuff around here and my partner caught it. The buddy system keeps us safe.
So now, instead of several thousand customers making fun of me, I only have to deal with one smartass editrix and her amateur Freudian analysis.
Yay!
Cheers, Laurence.
Writer/Editor/Proofreader.