I write a lot but I'm really not any good at proof reading my own words. I think that's because I know what I meant to say so I can't see when the words on the page don't actually say the sentence I'm hearing in my head. So today I sent out an update to a bunch-a-zillion friends with at least two nice big typos in it. It's not that I didn't read it through (many times) first. It's just that I didn't see the bothersome mistakes until now, quite a few hours after pushing the send button.
I guess I wish my update went out all perfect, but the reality is that I just finished an afternoon of errands with Tammy and we rounded off our time with a coffee break in the lobby of a nice hotel in town. See, a latte with Tammy makes life seem too good to worry about typos.
I can't believe I live ten minutes from Tammy. I've been missing her for years. How blessed am I?