Every time I hear or read the word "supper" I have the urge to scream and throw things at someone. You can imagine what the section of my Tax outline on "supper money" is doing for my psyche.

I feel the same when I hear the word "slacks." I can't stand "panties" either. "Folks" bothers me, too, but not as much as "supper" and "slacks." "Slacks" is just infuriating. If you want to piss me off, ask me if I like your new "slacks."

I never said I was sane.

And while I'm on the topic, I also get a little bit crazy when people say "punkin" instead of "pumpkin," "pitcher" instead of "picture," and "I seen" [fill in the blank] rather than "I saw" [fill in the blank].

I don't know when my intolerance of these things started. I know that I had already developed this tick by the time I was in my 11th grade American History class. The "teacher" taught us all about how John Smith [and not Joseph Smith] started the Mormon Church and how soldiers on horseback were called the "calvary" [like where Jesus died] and not the "cavalry."

Makes me crazy just thinking about it.