It was late. I was tired. Mike was doing a show and so I sent him the following message
Going to bed now, goodnight sweetie. Please check your DMs and contact Barry. Also, I sorted and stapled the receipts. Come to bed soon. <3
Imagine my surprise when a moment later he responded… I was sure he was much too busy recording Crazy Talk and was baffled at the quick response. I was even more perplexed by the words that were on my chat screen
Wrong sweetie, tired girl
Immediately my face grew hot. I know if I’d had a mirror to look into my cheeks would have been blushed the color of my red swingline stapler (of course I have the red one… don’t you).
I would forgive myself more easily if I wasn’t also guilty of texting the wrong phone number from time to time and dialing the wrong person, even from my favorites list.
And also… accidentally direct messaging people when I mean to send out normal messages. And replying to the wrong people on twitter. And generally not having any idea who I’m talking to at any given time.
This is why you should always follow the old wisdom of, If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.
I should pay particularly close attention to that because I never really know who I’m talking to…