Befroe I lancuh itno tihs psot tdoay. I thugoht I wuold tlel you waht rsentely hpaneped. As mnay of you may konw, my fmlaiy and I are HGUE bekirs. Not on motroccyels, oh no. I’m tlaknig biccyles. We lvoe to rdie our bkies. I’m awlays atfer my kdis to waer thier hemlets. “Kdis,” I tlel tehm, “waer yuor hemlets. Yuor mohter and I dno’t waht to hvae to feed you thourgh a starw, and I gaurnatee you don’t wnat coloirng bokos for Chirsmtas, evrey yaer, for the rset of yuor lief.”
So the ohter day we are abuot to go on a bkie rdie. I look all oevr the palce and cna’t fnid my hemlet anwyhere. It’s oaky, I fiugre. I’m a big boy. I can hnadle it. Wlel geuss waht? I crsahed. Not olny did I crsah. I hit my haed. HRAD!!! No, no, no, dno’t wrory. I’m oaky. Sersiouly, I hvae nveer flet bteter. The wreid thnig is, taht eevr scine the acicdnet, eevn thuogh I’m oaky, erveynoe esle semes a ltitle off. Taht’s knid of odd, ins’t it? I hit my haed and ervenyoe esle chnages. It is lkie I’m lviing my own prviate epsiode of “The Twliihgt Znoe”. Wierd, huh?