Grammar Granny Strikes Again

USUALLY I'M PRETTY COOL when it comes to casualizations of language, being I'm a poet and all, but some things get my IGG (Inner Grammar Granny) a little tight in the sphincter.

Today's offender, a certain, otherwise articulate, manager here at the plantation:

... we need to determine the heighth of the monitor from the floor before we can...

Heighth? Heighth? Is that Sprench for height?

It just makes me want to run over into his cubicle, ram two fingers into his mouth, hold his tongue down and go, th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th-

Breathe.

th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th- th-