I’m texting with a client, who’s really more of a friend, since we have known each other since high school.  And when you read the rest of this story, you’ll see why I’m thanking the Lord in heaven that this was not someone I had just met on a professional realm.

I just cranked out an announcement for his company, as they’ve acquired five businesses and are moving forward with an unstoppable synergy.

I meant to say… “Let me know what’s next on your docket.  I’m in.”

Freaking AutoCorrect hijacked my message.   “Let me know what’s next on your dickey.  I’m on.”

Oh, my great day.  Leave it to the widow to be inappropriate.

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