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You know the drill.
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My predictive text is always giving me weird suggestions when I don’t want them. Let’s see what it has to say when I do…
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I don’t, but okay.
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Do I?
I have a lot of it, but I’m going to say no.. I probably don’t need more pictures of it.
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Third time’s a charm.
I’ll go with that.
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What does your predictive text think you really need?
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It’s silly, but fun.
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Use predictive text and see what happens.
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Makes sense, I guess.
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No.
The first home my husband and I bought had wallpaper in every room. I’m not a fan…
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Nothing, I hope.
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Well, that went dark in a hurry.
Now you..
What does your phone think you really want?
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Because I want you to, that’s why.
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I’ll start.
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He may be tired, but that honey do list is still a mile long.
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Damn, that’s harsh.
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Honestly, he’s hardly ever right.
But I love him anyway.
Your turn.
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If you’re like me and blog from your phone, you probably have to do a good bit of proofreading.
I doubt I’ve ever typed out a full post without errors, be they mine or my iPhone’s predictive text.
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Case in point… I was just writing about a Go Fund Me page which my keyboard changed to Ho find me.
Sorry Apple.
But I don’t need a Ho.
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Grab your geek cap and meet me on Dagobah.
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(Yes, I see the misspelling. It hurts my brain but I’m playing anyway. )
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Well, if I only had one…. I could do worse.
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Lying to Obi Wan would be fruitless. He’d know you were full of crap before you even opened your mouth.
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That might be a bridge too far.
And now….
A little Star Wars humor, just because I can.
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Star Wars and Game of Thrones?
Be still my heart.
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Maybe getting old won’t be so bad after all…
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You know I enjoy these things.
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New Year’s resolutions. Everyone makes them, no one keeps them.
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I don’t know about you, but I could definitely use a better year.
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Her phone knows her too well.
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Finally, a resolution worth keeping.
And lastly, there’s mine.
A resolution from my much loved and loyal iPhone.
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Well, damn.
I wasn’t expecting that.
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Who’s Pete? And why are we always calling him out…
Never mind. I’m actually here to gripe about my phone’s autocorrect.
Because in the past month, every time I type for it gets changed to fur.
Every. Single. Time.
Don’t get me wrong, predictive text rocks. And I’ve trained mine to spit out Mountcatten when it isn’t even a word.
But I don’t text about fur.
I don’t email about fur.
I don’t blog about fur.
(Which ironically, now that I want to… keeps changing to fir.)
So WTH?
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Because if you’re here, you have nothing better to do anyway.
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I’ll start.
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Damn it…. no, I’m not. Disappointing readers is what I do best. Take that away from me and this whole blogging thing falls apart.
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Were they eavesdropping on my Scrabble games with the husband? How disturbing.
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Did I time travel and not know it? Now that’s disappointing.
Your turn.
What does your keyboard think you’re sorry for?
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You know I’m never going to run out of these … right?
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Let’s see what my phone thinks I am.
I’m a little bit disturbing.
Well, I can’t argue with that.
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I’m a good bit too short.
At barely 5’4, I can’t argue with that either.
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I’m a little guy in the backyard.
Now it’s confusing me with the woodchucks so I’ll quit while I’m ahead.
What does your phone think you are…?
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You were hoping I would run out of these? No such luck…
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I’ll start –
Baby can I put my hair in your mouth?
Mildly disturbing… but not that funny. I’ll try again.
Baby can I put my baby in your car?
Even less funny. One more time –
Baby can I put my flowers in your closet?
Alright, my predictive text is predictably boring.
Your turn!
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