Because Sometimes I'm a Twelve Year Old Boy

My last post was heavy with woe.  

I'm still feeling that way, but Warren over at My Home Among the Hills gave me a reason to giggle like a 12 year old boy this morning.  I'm not proud of it, but doggonit, this is funny.  

I have been told by those who speak English as a second language, that mastering English is quite difficult.  For every grammatical rule, there is a word or phrase that kicks that rule in the pants.  

Obviously.