Auto correct is a lovely thing! It can be so helpful when one types. Except for those times when it doesn’t help…
The siblings were texting back and forth about pies for the Thanksgiving get-together. Since I, the pie-maker, won’t be there, my brother offered to pick up pies. The other sibs asked for particular ones and he replied back “Ok, choc, pecan, banana, moose and a pumpkin. Will put my order in now.” After some more comments back and forth, everyone agreed he meant mince instead of moose, but that brought back a memory from days long gone listening to KFAT in the Bay Area. Good times.
Here then is the memory…
All Things Elda 