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First of all, this blog will be a lot funnier to those of you who know my daughter and I, while on the same note, you might be luckier if you don’t.

We are busy at work.  Busy to the point of becoming punch drunk.  In the line of work we do here, we have several words that completely throw off the auto correct function that is everywhere these days.  While creating an invoice, Tonya had to type “pinpad” and auto correct wanted to correct it to “pimped”.  This little comment caused me to remember the best auto correct in all creation.  And even though I currently have 3 things started and the 4th thing in my inbox that is #1 in priority, I’m going to take the time to share with you.

When I got my very first cell phone with the capability of texting, I was on cloud 9 and hadn’t been burned by the auto correct feature yet.  I was sitting in the waiting room at the local Chevy dealer waiting for the oil change to be completed on my car.  While in there, I was playing with my new phone when a young man came in and sat down.  I looked up and realized I should know who this young man was, and could only go as far as knowing he had gone to school with Tonya.  I began texting her.  I told her there was a guy in the waiting room with me that I was sure she went to school with.  Now I can picture Tonya in her glider wrapped in a quilt, her feet up on the footstool, watching Days of Our Lives and munching on Doritos.  When it finally occurred to me who this young man may have been, I texted her “I think he’s a Quaderer.”  Now first of all, when I was in school this name was pronounced “Quarter”, as Schneider was pronounced “Snyder” and Birchmeier was pronounced “Birkmeier”.  And off topic I go …………….   Anyways, I had typed the last name “Quaderer” and hit send before realizing auto correct had changed it to “murderer”.  Now at this point, I began laughing.  Uncontrollable hysterical laughter.  The kind that double you over in pain with tears streaming down your face.  This poor young man was clueless sitting there, and Tonya said she was at the receiving end of this text thinking “Who did I go to school with that Mom thinks is a murderer?!”

Long story short, he was a Quaderer, not a murderer, and I try to proof read before I hit the send button.

Now back to work,

dar