And here is my confession for the night: I'm a terrible texter. It's not necessarily me though, it's my phone. I use this system called Swype, which means I never lift my finger, so I can text 94 words per minute. (I might be exaggerating a bit.) It sometimes results in some miscommunication, but most of my friends just ignore it anymore because it's to be expected. I thought I'd share a few of those with you tonight.
My side of the conversation is in blue.
|Attacks | Starbucks pretty much the same thing.|
|It foots me might be a new thing, you never know.|
|1,000 mites - apparently she had bed bugs.|
|I don't know who I was being, but I'm sure it applied.|
And pay no attention to the table runner scarf photo.
I'm not to be trusted after a certain time at Target.
|I have no clue what i was trying to say here, but it sounds exciting.|
|Shying is a legitimate word, right?|
|I think I accidentally called Raylene a peasant here.|
|We gleaned our hearts out that night.|
|I think she was going on a date with Hitler or something....|
But today, I went a little overboard with my miscommunication...
|I would advise against drinking the kool-aid at my parties.|
Unfortunately this happens a lot, so this may need to become a new regular post on the blog...