LOL and/or WTF

By now you’ve probably hurt yourself laughing at DamnYouAutocorrect.com like I have. And you know it’s funny ’cause it’s true.

I loathe autocorrect. But I especially loathe it when I’m trying to text LOD about something having to do with the kids.

The co-parenting relationship is already a little delicate, so we tend to choose our words carefully. And when you type something in and don’t realize the phone has changed the word to something else, radical misunderstandings can occur. “Form” slightly misspelled can become “porn,” “had” becomes “ham,” etc.

The other day I was texting LOD about the kids’ school lunch menu. Specifically the “Medical style baked beans.”

Yeah.

I really do think texting is the best thing since email for divorced parents. You can deliver only-somewhat-time-sensitive information when you think of it. You can have a fight without disturbing anyone else. You can let the other know you’re running late so no one gets angry.

But come on. Help a mother out. Medical style baked beans??

Damn you, autocorrect.

(The first commenter to correctly guess what “medical” was actually supposed to be wins the glory of being right.)