Lydia was actually at a Bowling Alley. At a fund raiser for an 11 year old with a life threatening illness. With her kids.
Sigh... And that's why she should never text anyone ever.
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Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Evidence that Lydia is Actually a Hooker
The following is an actual text exchange between Kate & Lydia from last weekend.
Lydia was actually at a Bowling Alley. At a fund raiser for an 11 year old with a life threatening illness. With her kids.
Sigh... And that's why she should never text anyone ever.
(c)Herding Turtles, Inc. 2009 - 2011
Lydia was actually at a Bowling Alley. At a fund raiser for an 11 year old with a life threatening illness. With her kids.
Sigh... And that's why she should never text anyone ever.
(c)Herding Turtles, Inc. 2009 - 2011
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ReplyDeleteOops. Just woke the dog up from laughing out loud! You two should really have your own reality show. Thanks for always making me smile. :)
ReplyDeleteHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!
ReplyDeletelol. Last night I texted my husband to pick up milk, eggs and insulted (unsalted) butter. He texted back to ask if he should call the butter fat. Mine was auto correct this time though. I hate phones. lol
ReplyDeleteThat is awesome. Just awesome.
ReplyDeleteAny man will tell you... a blowing alley is a good time... bring penicillin. LMAO
ReplyDeleteYesterday in an IM with my hubby i ment to write that my ear popped yet wrote that my ear pooped. It saddly wasnt auto correct and all he said was eww how did that happen
ReplyDeleteToo funny, I want someone to text with who I can call "Hooker."
ReplyDeleteThere is a book that has been released about autocorrect funnies. Started reading it in the shop and had to put it down before they took the insane laughing like a loon lady away in a white coat. 'Damn you Autocorrect'.....
ReplyDeleteHa haaaa. I've never been to a Blowing Alley before... Sounds dreadful!
ReplyDeleteLast week I "spoke to text" a text to my mother-in-law asking her to "call me later"....instead, it typed out "calm them titties"
ReplyDeleteI LOVE auto-correct
Things like that happened before texting and auto correct. I once paged my husband---the kind of paging where an operator takes the message---asking him to bring home chopsticks (for the Chinese dinner he was picking up). When I said "chopsticks," the operator said "My daughter is addicted to that too." Huh?
ReplyDeleteWhen he came home without chopsticks, I asked if he had gotten the message. He said yes, but said he didn't know which kind of CHAPSTICK I had wanted.
I don't know -- the blowing fundraiser could be a big, big hit.
ReplyDeleteI'm in tears here reading the comments! My 6 year old is looking at me thinking I'm gone bananas. Can't really explain blowing alley to her...
ReplyDeleteA hooker at a blowing alley...god, I hope she's got a strong jaw...
ReplyDeleteInsulted butter...I just about died...
That is awesome! I sent a text to my fiance one day to pick up chocolate chips and i was changing a diaper and said he needed to pick up chocolate shits XD My phone doesn't have auto correct so I blame that one on mommy brain >>"
ReplyDeleteWhat happened to the somewhat serious attention to poverty in US households? Talk about blowing alleys.
ReplyDeleteOh dear bejesus!!!! I can't see from the tears rolling down my face from laughter. So glad I'm not the only screwed up texted in the world.
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