My (ahem) smart phone comes up with auto-correction gold.
Texts so far today:
In response to a lady asking me about some details for a RS meeting tonight:
We should have all that CURED.
Aargh! COVERED.
Then, my conversation with a lady whose husband faces a kidney transplant.
I'm PAYING for your family.
Aargh! PRAYING.
The word totally got a total make-over. Oh, I RISKY forgot!
My daughter Elise's name regularly turns into E KISS. Huh, there's an electronic version of that now, too? Last week I canceled a meeting, informing my colleagues that, "My children reminded me there's a school event they want me to TAME them to."
I asked a friend if it would be best for me to reach her neighbor by LANDMINE.
I offered someone the use of Jeff's truck to move furniture, but said he's not up to much BRAIN yet. Aargh! Should have been brawn. You know, because he wasn't supposed to lift so soon after his ... wait, brain surgery.
Hmm. Maybe my phone IS smart.
