I’ve shared many things with you, dear readers, some of them painful for me, most of them painful for you. But you’re still hanging around, you masochists, so I’m about to inflict even more abuse upon your tender heads.
Allow me to share the latest skirmish in my ongoing, exasperating, fiercely waged war with autocorrect (like you have any choice other than to stop reading now). I’ve never before shared my legendary difficulties with autocorrect with the masses, mostly because I’m not just losing each battle but I am losing the war. Being a writer, that’s kinda embarrassing.
This convo was between my daughter and I, talking about my granddaughter:
La Princessa: How’s baby doing? Hives gone?
Me: Haven’t checked recently but she’s not scratching anymore. Ate came foe dinner but wouldn’t eat Chu Jen nuggets and pears.
La Princessa: Hahaha! Auto correct mama!
Me: CHICKEN nuggets…ducking autocorrect. Why would that even BE an autocorrect choice?
La Princessa: Ducking? Hehehe ur on a roll mom!
Me: F—ING auto irreversible, not ducking. Shit.
Me: I give the f–k up.
La Princessa: Irreversible? LMFAO! Keep texting! This is awesome!!!
Me: Shut up.
To be honest, I can’t remember what the buttercup really did have for dinner. All that’s stuck in my mind now is Chu Jen nuggets and pears.