Talk-to-text woes: I’m buried in enchiladas

I have a Samsung Galaxy S5 Active. Ya know, cuz I’m super outdoorsy and active.

Ha!

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.

Ooops.

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.