Yes, we have become familiar in our little golf league that just switched to Wednesday night for the final three weeks of the season.
Look at this string of texts. They say so much more than I possibly could.
And so we played the back nine, five of us in one group, after DJ arrived one hole late and caught up as we watched him from just off the 10th green.
One. Week. Left.
We will be struggling to finish with any light left at all. It was dark on the 18th green, 7:45 p.m. when the last putt fell. And we lose another 14 minutes of light …
Are you part of a group text message string that can get silly, strange or both at once? Do you text often, or only when necessary? What’s the worst auto-correct that’s ever messed up one of your texts?