Last night we went to my parents' house for dinner, and rather than simply showing up and being grateful, I had to check ahead on the menu, so I texted my mom:
Me: What's for dinner?
Mom: A ferocious soup
Mom: I decided to send the text as it purebred out the first time
Mom: Like that one too cuz I'm sick and tired of it picking the weekend word
Me: This is going to really hamper our communication
Mom: Your skate I know youll figure it out. It's actually much fatter this way
Me: I'll bet it is
Mom: It sell be fun. I think I'll start doing that with mr typing as werk
Me: Good idea. You'll get a lot more done.
Mom: Exactly. See I knife you'd get it
I thought I'd go a bit devil-may-care with my autocorrect today, and when the lady my grandparents hired to clean for us as a gift left today after scheduling our first service for next week, I texted my Mom to brag about our impending house cleaning.
Me: I'm ferrying my horse deep cleaned on Monday!
To which she replied, in her new characteristic laissez-faire style:
Mom: Wow the horse will be loverly.
This. Is. Awesome. So much more fun than normal texting!
Carla in TN
Oh auto correct! Gotta love it!
I don't know why, but the auto correct snafus always make me laugh until I have tears in my eyes. Except this time I'm at work so I'm just sort of silently guffawing - I probably look like I'm having a seizure. Auto correct makes my heart happy :)
And now. For my dinner plans tonight?
A ferocious soup.
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