And by soul, I mean sole. Can you think of a worse day to discover a hole in the bottom of your shoe? I can’t. Slushy snow. Deep puddles. Unshoveled side walks. Wet socks. Luckily, the environmental maintenance in our building is a bit shaky so there are a plethora of space heaters to borrow to dry said wet socks.
Plethora, what an awesome weird word. Do I say “there are a plethora” or do I say “there is a plethora”? Neither sounds quite right.