I have other wishes as well, but that is a biggun right now. Because I would like to show you photos of strawberries as big as your head, covered in chocolate delicious enough to make Willy Wonka weep.
And you should gaze upon the flowers prettier than any gown you'll see at the Oscars tonight. But you can't because I am stymied by the iPad technology. That doesn't make me like it any less, for I love the iPad so very much. Even if it autocorrects like crazy.
Some recent autocorrects
What I meant to say: I love you to bits.
What I actually said: I love you robots.
What I meant to say: Is that possible?
What I actually said: Is that sable?
What I meant to type: Humphrey
What the iPad thought I wanted to say: hump hey
And then this epic fail:
I don't. Shrinks I? DAMN you autorotate! No! autocorrect! dammit!
I don't. Should I?
That is all. For now...