Mr. Hahathorne got me a SMARTPhone for my birthday last week. Just to show me how truly NOT SMART I am. Thanks. I think. The reason I wanted a new phone was because I wanted to communicate with my children. Are you sitting there, scratching your head, at reading that crap? Because I am. I have realized ... over how many years??!!?? ... that my children don't answer a phone. They have caller ID. They see me. And they don't answer. They only text. I actually got a hold of Daughter Hawthorne's phone one time, about 10 years ago, and looked at the attached notes to her incoming calls, and when I called her, it would read, "OH SHIT." A few weeks ago, I finally threw in the towel and started texting. My children responded within minutes. Texting is power. I got tired of my $16 Walmart phone. I always thought 0-9 would be enough for me. Alas, I caved in to technology and arrived, screaming, into a very insecure place. The DROID place. I have 4 GB. Someone, please tell me what that means. Anyways, let's get back to the texting with my chilluns. Daughter Hawthorne is ill. I'm worried about her. The only communication we have is that Messenger Thingie on my Home Page of my LG phone. Or at least that's the only thing she responds to. So's back to the texting. Everything's going fine and we're saying our g'bys and I type in, "Please say hello to Giada and Dogwood." I hit send and then found out what Autocorrect did to me.
What I typed was: PLEASE SAY HELLO TO GIADA AND DOGWOOD.
What I got was: PLEASE SAY JELLO TO GUADALOUPE AND DOGWOOD.