Once upon a time, Heidi and I died laughing over this particular Damn You Auto Correct.
We thought it was hilarious how the person typing couldn’t NOT type the word “boner” no matter how hard they tried. We especially liked the final “boner” – kind of there just because it could be. So because we found it so humorous, we have taken to texting the word “boner” to each other randomly, particularly when things are stressful and especially when the mood desperately needs lightening. Such is the case right now with me in Fort Collins and her in Denver and our car in the midst of being repaired for the second time while on vacation. (UPDATE: the car is being fixed right now. A heater hose had sprung a leak which was why we were leaking coolant like a sieve. Should be done by noon today for the bargain basement price of $170.)
Anyway, I was texting her about all the car details and how it should be done by noon and because this has been so stressful, I texted the word “boner” as we are wont to do. The microsecond after I sent it, I realized that the texts were going to MY MOTHER and not my wife. My stomach dropped about 10 stories and I quickly texted that those were meant to go to Heidi.
Fortunately, my mom is really cool and also just got an iPhone. This turned into a cautionary tale on how easy it is to text the wrong person on an iPhone. I swear that never happened on my old Droid phone.
All in all, it could have been so much worse. Of course, when I told Heidi about it, she LOLd via text. That figures.