Poor Grammar is a State of Mind

Typing up a post yesterday, I discovered that my spell checker is a Southerner. I wrote "ya'll" and ignored the red underline which appeared. I supposed, erroneously, that my south of the Mason-Dixon contraction was driving my spell checker crazy. Nope. I was spelling it wrong. Once I realized this, I had a disturbing feeling - like the first day of a new school year when I'd forget how to hold a pencil. What if I've been spelling y'all wrong all these years? Have I? Is my blog full of posts with misspelled Southern contractions? These are the things that worry my wee brain and keep me up at night. Okay, it won't keep me up at night, but it will annoy the you-know-what out of me. So will wondering if I was right to add that second comma to my last sentence. Why didn't we spend more time on commas in school? They're really important, you know? They don't get their own blogs like the semicolon; nevertheless, where you put them does matter. To someone. To me. However, I refuse to search this blog for misspelled y'alls. You can look if you'd like, but don't tell if you find them. Poor grammar is just a state of mind and my mind has decided it doesn't want to know.