You might know that I proofread for a living. I do this part-time, freelance, about 20 hours each week, mostly fiction, for a number of clients. My primary client is a Christian publishing house. I have proofread for them for almost ten years now. It's endlessly entertaining...of course, sometimes it's also profoundly moving, but quite honestly, I always find humor in each of my projects, and one of my little games is to find the worst sentence of the night when I'm proofreading.

Here's last night's sentence, from a novel set in World War II:

"Tyler kissed her once more and then removed her arms and went up the gangplank."

I laughed so hard I nearly couldn't breathe!