There. Their. They're.
Please don't judge my intelligence based on my improper usage of Satan's favorite words. I know what each one means and I know full well its correct spelling; in fact, for a small fee, I will come to your home and deliver a PowerPoint presentation on the etymology of there, their, and the hateful they're.
Whenever I jot down my thoughts quickly, like, oh I don't know, in the comment section on someone else's blog, I tend to write the wrong form of there/their/they're—a misspelling malady I've suffered since childhood. I almost always catch it upon re-reading my writing when it's on paper, but seem neurologically unable to notice the mistake on the computer screen until AFTER I've pressed the publish button.
So then I'm faced with the dilemma of giving in to my anal-retentive self and deleting the entire comment or letting it stay there in all its shameful glory. What's worse? Leaving the telltale message COMMENT DELETED BY CONTROL FREAK WHO CAN'T STAND FOR PEOPLE TO THINK SHE'S STUPID AUTHOR or leaving the misspelled word there forever, haunting me for the rest of my life with the knowledge that the eyes of linguistic purists have rolled, are rolling, and will continue to roll at the sight of my sad little sentence.
If you've ever left a comment in which you noticed too late that you typed its when you meant to write it's, I want you to know something.
Your my kind of peeps.
Dinner last night: stuffed green peppers