Pooportunity

How strange is it that I'm dyslexic, and a writer? I think it's getting worse. Today, I spelled a word completely backward, and that's something I've never done before. Usually, the more I write, the better it is, but lately...I'm not so sure.

I have two famous make-me-blush typos. The first surfaced in my junior year of high school, in my typing class. I couldn't get straight the 'o' and the 'p'. Every time, without fail, opportunity came out pooportunity. Still does.

The second happened my junior year in college. I was home for Thanksgiving, working on a paper on my mom's word processor. I was pretty darn proud of the result--the paper (and this IS important) was about the reunification of Hong Kong and China. My snappy title was supposed to be: Is Hong Kong Long Gone? I know you're smiling. You know what I did, but I'll spell it out just in case. Is Hong Kong Long Dong.

The best part? Someone caught it before I turned it in. The worst part? It was my DAD!