Most of the time, the auto correct feature on my phone drives me bananas. It really does. But sometimes … it's funny.
Really, really funny.
This is a text I received yesterday afternoon from my daughters' piano teacher. She's a lovely gal that I have been friends with for about twenty-five years.
There is a certain closeness and a sense of freedom that comes with knowing someone for that long.
You feel like you can tell them anything.
Or in some cases, share too much.
About fifteen minutes before the piano lesson was to begin, I received this text from her:
