If given the choice, I choose this tea party over the one that advocates killing gay people.

No, not the Tea Party that includes Oklahoma State House candidate Scott Esk, who endorsed stoning gay people to death via his Facebook page.

This was a kinder, gentler, more rational tea party with my daughter, but with strict rules about behavior and a serious condemnation of my chosen attire.

My daughter can be quite demanding. Then again, this tea party was planned for two days, so perhaps her expectations were reasonable.

Please note her own change of attire mid-party, which was the result of having to use the bathroom and not wanting to pull her princess dress back over her head.

Perhaps formality isn’t as important as she originally thought. 

   

Which okay is okay?

OK?

O.K.?

Okay?

I choose “okay” every time, because it’s the only logical and acceptable choice. It’s the only one that represents an actual word.

As an abbreviation, O.K. is not the shortened version of any two modern-day words. It’s origin is uncertain at best and probably the result of an error made long ago. The two letters, along with the two marks of punctuation, mean nothing.

I don’t use abbreviations that don’t represent actual words because I am not a crazy person.   

On the other hand, the unpunctuated version of OK does stand for something:

Oklahoma.

Using it in place of anything but our 46th state makes no sense.

So I choose “okay” when attempting to express that assent or agreement. It’s the only sane choice.