So, here it is weeks later and I still haven't given you that sneak peak of the luscious Leftovers that have been arriving on a regular basis. I know. It's all my fault. I could tell you a little white lie and say something like "oops, my scanner is down" or "where the heck is the USB cord for the printer to download these scans?" or I could tell you the truth, which is I told Siri (my new best friend on my iphone - a gift from my daughter) to do it for me, and she misunderstood. It could happen. Like this past week-end. I sent a text to my son, Tim, inviting him to dinner. He sent a text back (NOTE: I didn't say I "texted" and he "texted" because for GOD'S SAKE THERE IS NO SUCH WORD AS TEXTED!)
Here's what happened:
Me: Wanna come to dinner? Making yummy pot roast and mashed potatoes . . .
Tim: Not tonite, mom. Thnx
Me: Are you sure? It will be delish
Spell check correction: It will be selfish
Me: Oops, it will be Delish
Spell check correction: It will be shellfish
Obviously, SOMEONE has been putting words in my mouth.