Stark raven mad
Rachael Briggs'
eggcorn
has two yolks with different syllabifications.
What can I say? Shit happens. Not always intentionally,
I surmise:
Or,
she has children that have caused the gray hair and despair from them
trying her patience and she is stark
raven mad.
Believe me when I say, I am use to
crazy people. In fact, I really don't mind if you are stark raven mad.
Zeus. I'm serious. If anything
happened to you, the count would be stark raven mad.
I can remember having panicky attacks
at the tender age of 5, and they scarred the heck out of me. My worse
ones were of severe thunderstorms, especially after getting caught out
at the lake during a tornado in Kansas. I still get panicky when we
have severe weather no matter where I live, but now I clean the house
like a stark raven mad woman.
I think I do this to try and keep the panic attack under control.
[PS. "scarred the heck out of me"? If you want to find eggcorns, go look in Kansas during tornado season.]
Posted by David Beaver at January 29, 2005 01:38 PM