Sometimes autocorrect makes me laugh.
Me: (texting Michael on laundry day) Do you want me to wash the puke on the couch? (supposed to be “pile” on the couch)
(Texting Michael while we were in California Adventure) You heading over to Dubai? (Disneyland)
Or the time when I was telling Michael a friend was over but instead of saying “Mrs. (so and so)” I typed “Ma (so and so).”
Yeah. Autocorrect is fun. ;)