I am an overzealous user of commas. I mean a really, really bad one. And most of the time the rest of my grammar isn’t all that fabulous either. This is probably because the only year that I had an official grammar class (40 minutes, every day) was fifth grade, and I spent most of that time trying to avoid being kicked under the table by a girl named Hannah.
I try, I really do. And I did do quite well on the Writing section of my SATs (Being in the 98 percentile isn’t too shabby), so I can’t be all that awful.
So this is my big, official apology to anyone reading this blog who finds themselves thinking, “Geez, this girl does not know how to use a comma, and sometimes her grammar gets really…uh…creative.”