Ahhh, typos

Normally, I type pretty well. And make liberal use of the backspace key as I catch my mistakes. And then I keep an eye out for the little spell check squiggly lines. Or, in the case of my iPhone, the little spell check popup boxes. But every once in a while, I miss one.

As in the case of an email to a friend the other night, late at night, sent from my iPhone:

I love my iPhone (still hate the keyboard, though.) I can email from ANYWHERE! I know, this isn’t news to a lot of people. But it means I can send strange, rambling messages to people when I’m trying to fall asleep and my brain won’t shit up. Or when I’m bored on the toilet.

Do you see what I did there? I didn’t. Like I said, it was late. And this was what I received in response from my friend:

Some day you’re going to send me an email that says “I AM SENDING THIS FROM MY CRANIAL IMPLANT! IT’S AMAZING!!!” And I will not be surprised.

The best part of this email is “my brain won’t shit up.” I love you so hard.

Stupid stinking typos.