Night Three of the Democratic National Convention was another great event. We cats probably can't add anything insightful to what's already been said and celebrated, so we've decided to put our curmudgeon caps on instead. Please indulge us.
We love Tim Walz, and are ecstatic that Vice President Harris picked him. But Tim, make this note: When you talk about IVF, you want to say, "This is personal for Gwen and me." You also want to say, "It took Gwen and me years" to conceive their children. (Gwen, you're an English teacher. You tell him.)*
(*For the record, former President Obama is guilty of this, too. We've never heard it from Bill or Hillary Clinton.)
When it comes to wanting to send Benedict Donald into the dustbin of history, we cats are at the front of the line. But can we all please stop using that phrase? "Dustbin" is a British idiom. Have you ever heard an American say it? Yanks say garbage can. Trash can. You know, where Donald Trump belongs.
Stephanie Ruhle needs to learn the difference between "number" and "amount." (Just another reason to skip watching MSNBC.)
Finally, worth repeating: As we've mentioned before, one of our favorite grammarians and punctuation experts, Benjamin Dreyer, has laid down the law on the possessive versions of Harris and Walz. It's apostrophe-s: Harris's and Walz's. We cats PURR.
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