Mr. Malaprop, Part Deux

So my friend of the malapropisms has struck again. He sent out a very serious email talking about how the son of his friend just died of cancer. But this is a line that had me snickering at the image it conjured up (not to mention the really confusing grammar at the beginning of the sentence):

I know the how many times that as [name withheld] and I
passed in the shire I hugged her and hopped to impart
some strength to her.

Um, I don't know about you, but whenever I impart strength to people, I like to hop. It's really the most effective way to show that I really care. In fact, I'm hopping right now, just for you. Okay, I've stopped hopping, because my leg is tired.

In case you haven't guessed, I'm a little punchy because I just got back from a long day of singing. I had a dress rehearsal in the afternoon; then I had to rush to church to sing for the Ash Wednesday service. So I'm pooped and just a little bit silly.