No regrets... well, maybe a couple

So it wasn't too long ago that Laura was feeling pretty bad with a 9 1/2 month pregnant belly weighing her down. I tried really hard to cheer her up, seriously, I did. Stop laughing. Well.. at least until you read all of it.

Technology, my friend, my companion, my amigo, stabbed me in the back one day in the form of an ill-typed text message. It went something like this:

"Hey hun, I just wanted to tell you that you ate the best wife/mother in the entire world!!!" If you look at your keyboard you'll notice the 'r' and the 't' are very close to each other.

A 9 1/2 month pregnant wife doesn't give you much time to back track and fix your mistake. I think she was more mad that I could not stop laughing during my apology. I wonder how long it will be until she brings that up in a tiny argument/debate?

I know it was over a month ago, but, Laura, I am sorry. (and funnily enough, I wrote sutty but in the case of a blog post, I had a chance to erase that... texts do not always provide that luxury).