My father never uses the word “redundant.” “To use the word redundant,” he says, “would just be ‘dundant.”
Exempli gratia, from the mouths of NPR babes in the course of a two hour drive during a snowstorm Thursday afternoon:
” … in the case that I get re-elected again.”
” … a wide variety of different things.”
Dundant? I repeat again! I strongly emphasize! I do declare!
My drive in the snowstorm is pictured above. The photo would have been perfect, had it not been for the errant windshield wiper that prevented me from capturing the license plate on the van ahead of me which read: “IM COLD.” Me too.
There she is, my lovely photo of the peeing baby in the Guardian’s new travel section.
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