My worst texting blunder to date.

The other day, my dear friend Barbie sent a cute picture of herself by text saying "I realized today I have caterpillar eyebrows and I need both of your professional eyebrow shaping help".

Just the night before I had been lamenting to myself the state of my own eyebrows. They were just very uneven. I tried plucking and snipping them into proper form, but let's face it: I have NO clue what proper eyebrows are supposed to look like. One time I completely snipped off the end of one of my brows, by accident. I needed professional help, ha.

So when Barbie texted that SHE needed professional eyebrow help too, I understood her woes and instantly tried to reassure her that my eyebrows looked like a wreck and that I needed professional help too!

So I quickly typed my message to her in list form, along with a few other things we were discussing...blah blah blah.

And then clicked SEND.

And then I re-read the message, after I had already sent it. Do any of you do that? Quickly send a message THEN read it? 

Well, I got a little shock to my system.

What I MEANT to write:

1. Barbie. My eyebrows are a wreck right now. I eventually need a pro to reshape them!
2. blah blah blah

What I ACTUALLY wrote(I'm convinced my phone is possessed).
1. Barbie's eyebrows are a wreck right now. I eventually need a pro to reshape them!
2. blah blah blah.

I have NO clue how my phone autocorrected that horrific response. I was completely appalled. Can you imagine if someone told you that your eyebrows were a wreck and needed a pro to reshape them? I die.

And the worse part is that I went on cluelessly typing the rest of my list to her like it was NO BIG DEAL...like..."Oh btw your eyebrows suck and yay I love bowling!" GAH!

I panicked and called Barbie IMMEDIATELY to correct my accidental text  and to profusely apologize. Thankfully she picked her phone right up and she just laughed about the whole thing. Omygoodness, she is SUCH a good sport.

But I was SO STRESSED. Because I sent the text to dear friend Megan too and I didn't want her to think I was the rudest person on the planet. Megan was running errands at the time and I could not get ahold of her and I had to wait the whole morning to resolve the whole issue. A part of me died a little more each time I read my guffaw.

But I have learned one extremely valuable lesson: PROOFREAD.

I mean, what if something happened like this on a business text or something and you never caught it?

Yes. Now I read what I write before I click send. Well, I TRY.

The next day I was commenting on my friend's pic on insta and meant to write:
Oh hello!
But what came out was: Oh hell!
Crikey. Strike 2.

And who is this davirebecca? It's ME. On instagram. My middle name is Rebecca, hence davirebecca. I'm pretty stoked that I have a girlie middle name.

In other news. I got my very first manicure ever. I know it's pretty commonplace, but it was kind of a big deal over here and required much discussing. I was on the phone with my oldest sister and said:

"I'm getting a pedicure! Wee! I've always dreamed of getting french tip on my toes!!!"

She replies, "Oh Davi, those are SO out of style. All my message boards say so.

Wot wot wot went the sad trombone. I was completely outta style and had no clue. Bah!

"Well alrighty then! What IS in style", I asked.

To which she replied: "short fingernails, bright colors, ombre, wild prints like you used to do as a kid..."

Apparenty I used to paint my nails a lot as a kid. I have no recollection of my childhood.

**edited per my sister, lol: No! Davi Rebecca, French tips on TOES are out of style! French tips on fingernails are classic and can't go out of stye, so say the ladies on the message board. ANd since it's on the internet, it has to be true!**

When I entered the nail salon, it took me FOREVER to pick the proper shade of coral. This shouldn't be that tricky folks. But apparently I am high maintenance (ME?!) and was annoying the heck out of the workers(ME?!). Not to mention, coral is a very nondescript color. What is coral to one, is red to another, is orange to another, and is pink to another. I digress.

The owner did my nails and convinced me to do gels, so they last longer. When I came home, I felt so fancy. My boys couldn't stop staring. And touching them.


I awoke in the middle of the night with a complete panic attack(no lie) that I would get some horrid nail fungus, or disease from the manicure tools jabbing me.

If I am ever brave enough to go again(or do them myself with my own tools), I think these designs are sorta cute. Not the x'd out one. And the colors of the left photo are yucky.

So in short, I make horrid texting blunders and am clueless with eyebrow and nail style trends. Oh and let's not forget, I'm kinda annoying in a nail salon. Am a germophobe and have midnight panic attacks. Amen.

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