I have a Samsung Galaxy S5 Active. Ya know, cuz I’m super outdoorsy and active.
Nope, I’m really clumsy and the salesperson said it would hold up better.
I once ruined a phone by spilling a whole bottle of water in my purse, drowning it. The S5 Active has this little flap that’s supposed to keep water out.
I broke that piece off the second day I owned the phone.
Anyway, I’m forever either using Voice to Text to type my emails, messages, texts, status updates, etc. This is constantly getting me in trouble.
Like the time I texted my daughter that I packed extra LICE in her school lunch when I meant love. Her response? “Gross, Momma.”
Last week I emailed someone to apologize for the delay in responding to them. I explained that I’ve been buried in emails since returning from BlogHer and being sick.
At least that’s what I meant to send.
I actually wrote, “I’m buried in enchiladas.”
Sounds delicious right? And warm.
I caught that one before hitting send.
And I caught one today that would have been really awkward.
I was messaging with a friend on Facebook and said “I have her beat.”
The talk-to-text read “I have herpes.”
My poor daughter, though. I’m not as diligent about proofing what I send her. That’s how it came to be that I called my sweet baby girl “little pervert” in a recent text when I meant “little peanut.” Her response? Again, “Gross, Momma.”
So if you see something funky from me here on the blog or on social media, I’m probably using talk-to-text (poorly). Or I’m buried in enchiladas. Send sour cream.