Excuse my slippy blig pists

Perhaps my first blog should be a warning. A warning about what you may read here. I don’t intend to offend anyone, but sometimes it just happens. I can’t help myself. 

You see, I have fat thumbs. And, if I post using my cell phone – which I most likely will do, there are going to be typos. Especially if my blog posts will be anything like my texts. 
My most common error is to type “i” when I mean “o” – like when I texted my friend about her many grand sins instead of her many grandsons. Or the time someone asked if my bicycling husband rides on busy roads and I told her he dies. Another friend said she was considering having one of her chins removed (her words, not mine) and asked if I had ever had cosmetic surgery. Nine, I texted her. None. The answer is none. And I don’t live my friend’s life of exotic travel, but I do love it. Although I would love to live it. 

Then there was the time I tried to text someone that I was going to give it my best shot. Think about it. She was shocked. And I have typed Gid for God so many times that my phone now autocorrects to Gid when I correctly type God. 

But it’s not always the two vowels that cause me problems. I once texted my son about his precious wife – only I called her his previous wife. And I sent a group text once to my favorite perps instead of my favorite peeps. 

But maybe it’s just texting that is my downfall. I was carrying on two simultaneous text fests one afternoon – one with my son who had the day off and was going to take his children somewhere and another with a friend who was awaiting the birth of her granddaughter. My friend’s granddaughter finally arrived. She texted me a picture of herself holding her newest bundle of joy and I texted her back, “Did you go to the zoo today?” 

So consider yourself warned. I might not always mean what I write. Or was that wrote?

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Author: hemmerhaging

I am a wife of one man, mother of two sons and two daughters-in-law, and Pama to nine grandchildren. And I am a child of the one true God.

9 thoughts on “Excuse my slippy blig pists”

  1. I live your blog . . I mean “Love” your first blog entry! I have always enjoyed reading your posts on Facebook and am looking forward to reading ” Hemmerhaging” (I love the title by the way). Your posts are always entertaining as well as informative. I find myself smiling every time I read something you write! Thanks for sharing your talents with all of us!

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  2. It’s 11pm, and Coco is wondering why mommy has been sitting on on the edge of her bed, looking her phone, and suddenly laughing out loud instead of actually going to bed. The reason is your wonderful new blog. My grandmother used to say that a keen wit is a sign of superior intelligence. Well then, Ms. Hemmer, you are clearly one of the smartest ladies that I know! Love your first post and love your profile picture… very artsy!

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