On the importance of editors, or justifying my paycheck

I went to this site today thanks to Miss Doxie's hilarious post (I am so going to get fired because I can't help yelping with laughter at work sometimes) and found this sentence:

"The Common Indian Myna is a medium sized chocolate brown bird, about 12 cm tall, with a black head and neck, a yellow beak, eye patch, feet and legs."

My first reading brought me to the conclusion that mynas are special creatures within the avian world because they have feet and legs. Unlike all those other birds that just screech to a halt on their feathered bellies. Clearly, the intention here was to say that mynas have yellow beaks, yellow eye patches, yellow feet, and yellow legs, and an extra "and" would've solved that problem nicely. Actually, the sentence also needs a couple of hyphens, lest readers come away with the idea that the birds are also made of chocolate. Which, yum!

I've been feeling at a loss for words lately…nothing interesting to post. The Holidailies thing gave me writer's block, but I felt compelled to at least try to post something every day, so I'd end up posting something I wasn't at all satisfied with, which only exacerbated the writer's block. I'm all about vicious cycles.

I've also been feeling like the most boring person ever, mostly because the majority of my brain has been occupied with wedding planning. Dilemma du jour? Sweeetheart table vs. head table. Scintillating, no? At least we got all the invitations printed and sent out. Locals may already have them. I'm sorry for black lines on the RSVP cards and direction cards. The laser printer I used was a bit fussy and not all the sheets fed in perfectly straight. By the time it came to assembling the invitations, I was fed up and ready to be done and told Mae and Julie—despite their protestations and need to be anal about it all (THANKS! by the way)—that I totally didn't care how they ended up looking. Which I didn't. But now? Maybe a tiny twinge of regret. But I’m not going to stress over that now. especially when there are so many other things to fret about. 72 days to go!

Oh! I learned a new word today, too: "floccinaucinihilipilification"—the action or habit of estimating as worthless. I'm totally going to start using that.