what exactly do you put on a demon sandwich?
So it’s Wednesday again.
It has become one of my favorite days of the week, because it means a challenge blog. When I first came up with the concept it seemed like a fun little novelty, and I figured it would be popular for a while then fizzle out. Well…all these months later, it’s still going strong.
The topic this week? Auto correct.
You know you’ve had it happen. You’ve typed out a text, or a tweet, or a Facebook update and hit enter only to discover you just invited your friends for a much needed naughty instead of a much needed night out. Maybe you’ve inadvertently shared info about your girlie parts instead of your adorable new kitties. The list could go on and on. There are entire websites devoted to the embarrassing faux pas of auto correct. I’ve certainly had my share of moments. I’ve typed, duck this or duck that on more occasions than I can count. There are entire groups of people who think I have a thing for ducks. And once I sent a message to my kids about the mummy dinner I was cooking. No one came home to eat that night. It was yummy! Really yummy!
But I’m certainly not the only one who has sent strange messages thanks to the stupid auto correct feature.
My Australian friend texted her husband to pick up some demon from the grocery store. She was dying for a demon sandwich. Her husband texted back saying the grocery didn’t really have the best prices on demons. I wanted to know where you would get a good price on a demon. And what the Hell does one put on a demon sandwich?
Apparently she was ordering devon, which is the Australian version of bologna, and they put tomato sauce on their sandwiches.
Me…I’ve never really liked bologna…sorry Oscar. I think I’d rather have a demon sandwich. It might be good with a little hot sauce and a nice cold drink!
Until the next time…I’ll be ducking cleaning my house again!