A Daily Dose of Peace and Grammar

Okay all you storytellers grab your iPod, iPad, smart phone, or whatever you use to read your blogs and head to the toilet. Why the toilet? Because for me that is the only place I can find two minutes of peace and quiet, and sometimes not even then. During that couple of minutes of peace I have found the perfect blog to fill my time. I thought I'd pass it on to you just in case you need a little toilet time reading.

It's called The Daily Grammar Blog. It's a blog that posts a short grammar lesson a day, 365 days a year, minus Sundays. I love a blog the respects the Sabbath. The lessons are perfect for a two minute job and are easy to follow. I've been eating them up. I like them so much I often sneak in a whole weeks worth of archived lessons. Just this week I learned about superlatives and let me tell you it is the best lesson I've ever had on that form of adjectives. Possibly the only lesson.

If you're looking to improve your grammar or your writing or perhaps your just bored out of your gourd, give The Daily Grammar Blog a try. Click the logo below to go there now and then run as fast as you can to the bathroom. Act like its are real emergency so maybe you'll be granted more time in there :)

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