Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock.
I’m a terrible typist, and a lot of the time autocorrect aids and abets my stupidity.
Most recently, it disagreed with me about my friend’s daughter’s name. My dear friend was blessed with a beautiful daughter she named Taryn, and as you would expect, absolute flurries of texting ensued. But it seemed that no matter how I typed “Taryn,” auto correct morphed it into “Terrible.”
As in, “What a beautiful pic of Terrible! What a doll!”
Or, “How did Terrible sleep last night?”
One thing you DON’T want to call your BFF’s beloved adopted infant is Terrible. (Good thing my sweet friend is so understanding!) Because of this, I began to notice other funny goofs autocorrect and I were making together: