Typos can be jarring, but I can be just as chagrined as the next person when I don't catch them before they end up on my blog. My excuses vary from having flying fingers to being in too big a hurry. Never submitting to a typing lesson. And, unlike the big guns, there aren't any copy editors around the corner or at the neighborhood bar. But that's okay. They'd probably just muck it up anyway. I mean, have you been reading THP lately? Oh. My. God.
Fortunately, parsleyspics isn't significant enough to attract the attention of a New York Times blogger who has nothing more on his petty plate than to point out the typos on the menu for the President's first state dinner. There was even a discussion about it on NPR. So what if there were four and maybe one more? I researched the words chick peas and chickpeas. Both are used. All mildly embarrassing but not the end of the world.
I'm more interested in who was in the receiving line and who was being received. Did anyone fall down or split their seams? Did any one's false teeth fall out? What did the First Lady wear and who designed it? Who was the guest of honor? Anyone seen groping another's spouse? Who were the party crashers and how did they crash? I mean, come on. Let's get our priorities in order.
This is more like it: