The Prerogative of a Lit major

My sister pointed out the fact to me that it was odd/slightly ironic that I was so disturbed by the "Young Living Family Farm" sign. She thinks it's funny because I am a notoriously bad speller and often times, she claims, that my grammar isn't too keen. But you see...that's the prerogative of a Lit Major. Yes, I am a horrible speller. I'll be the first to admit it. That however, doesn't mean that I don't understand how or why something doesn't make sense. I know the difference between your and you're. Their, they're, there. Where, wear. It's and its. I understand these differences and I understand the difference between "Young Living Family Farm" and "Young Family Living Farm". It makes a difference. I understand the rules of the English language, better than most. But I am human and can be lazy. And I think it would make me sound like a pompous fool if I spoke "proper" English 100% of the time. Try it out...you'll sound ridiculous. I love words. And it drives me nuts when people misuse them...subject/verb agreement drives me nuts...it sounds awkward and clunky and it's even more difficult to verbally express. Yes...i say stupid things. I say many stupid things. I say things that don't make sense....doesn't mean i don't know better. I do, but in the words of Uh-huh from the movie "Little Rascals" when everyone exclaims he's learned a new word..."Actually, I've always had a rather extensive vocabulary. I simply chose not to employ it."