I see no reason to try, on purpose, to impress people by using arcane words and pluralizing things with “um” on them.
Regarding data . . . if it’s individual pieces, I use the plural verb form. If not, I don’t.
PD said: "If you want, I’ll elaborate on what they were. That’ll embarrass Patrick even more. <eg>"
Not really . . .
**PD said: “You don’t have much fun, then, do you?”
Not since you got here, no . . .
PD said: "By the way, dear, the neighbors called. They wanted to tell you that the BBs you fired didn’t hurt their cat, but the officer who was there for dinner, off duty, looking at their garden is not amused. They’d like to arrange to forget about who did the deed. Are you available this weekend to dig up the trees around their two acres? – No, no, just the 20-year-old oak trees, not those cute little maple saplings."
Honestly, you take the fun out of everything! What? NOOOO, I didn’t throw that at you . . . not THAT, and not at YOU . . . what, you don’t believe me?
PD said: "You’re right. Your response shows a lot of maturity. I take it all back. <snort>"
If you sneezed it out, how can you be surprised when I don’t eat it? BTW, Mama, next time you probably will want to cover your nose.
PD said: "<shrug> Okay, I’ll look for the picture and scan it in. It really is good of you, and there isn’t enough of me showing for it to embarrass me.
Hmm . . . whatever you say. I still say you naky is worse than me naky, in that pic.
I refuse to answer questions on any part of me normally covered with clothing but not (covered) in that picture. Y’all KNOW someone will ask “so . . . um . . . is it, y’know, um . . . y’know?” To which I answer: PBTHTHTHTHTH.
PD said: "Nah, that’s okay. I just won’t allow them in our house."
Further evidence that my mother refuses to have any fun. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but whips and chains excite me!
PD said: "Not even that. Where have you been?"
School. Duh.
Fierra, mainly the reason I don’t like that you’re in the UK is because firstly I didn’t knwo how old you are. [rant]I am sick of meeting cool, interesting, and otherwise worthwhile people who live way the hell and gone away from the US. At one point in early June I had actually met some cool people. Three were married, one engaged. I found this to be just a bit too much. One of them went to my damn school! So when I say “why the hell do you have to live in the UK?” it’s not b/c I have anything against the UK but b/c I am tired of meeting people I know i’ll never see in person.
BTW, Spider, how old are your daughters?