I Can't Spell "Bougainvillea"

I'm not sure how to spell that word. I might have gotten it right, but I have a suspicion that I didn't. I suppose I could go look it up on Dictionary.com, but I'm not going to. Sometimes, you just have to let a few things slide, like not picking up every single toy and tupperware item strewn around the house by our rampaging 11-month-old.

But I did plant one of those plants yesterday at the back of the house. It has a sort of orangey-peach colored blossom and the hope is that it will climb the side of the house and turn it into a painting.

Besides, Winston Churchill once remarked that only very boring people spell a word just one way. I suspect he's mostly wrong on that, but only just mostly.

Speaking of Churchill (apologies for digressing so much), he was once at a dinner party and found himself seated next to a duchess that he despised. Apparently, the feeling was mutual because they ignored each other all through the evening. Finally, the duchess turned to him and said, "Winston, if I was your wife, I would poison you!" He replied, "Madame, if I was your husband, I would gladly take the poison!"