Darling Daughter is in Thailand, where apparently it rains monkeys every day… and here’s this morning’s text fail:
I should really stop messaging with my glasses off… sheesh.
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Agh! This happens to me all the time! Predictive text kills me…I never think to check what I’m sending until it’s already too late.
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I think I place waaaay too much trust in dumb technology to GET what I’m saying. Of course, deformed is used more often than dewormed. The algorhythm did not allow for context, apparently… gaaaa! 🙂 Nevertheless, it did make me snort coffee out my nose, so that’s something then…
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Good one! I think the SPCA would like to speak with you…
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hahahaha! They can talk to my Samsung Note 3… and the leprechaun who lives within…
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Um….okay, I’ll tell them that.
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Sounds like the makings of a story.
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…if I don’t wind up in jail for wishing for deformed monkeys. But then, in jail I’d have oodles of time to write, so…
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