Typing out of key. I'm PATHEIC!
Yesterday I Starbucked my keyboard. It died a dignified, Venti House death. My husband boughyt me a new keybaord,k. The kind that is ergonomically cporrect. That menas it slopes to the left and rioght with a chasm between the place where my pre-arthritic fingers (very pre, I'm not that old) recall the 6,t,g,b and the 7,y,h,n.
I no longer need fear carpal tunnel syndrome. I simply risk looking like my parents pulled me from schopol in the third grade. I'm not sure if the space shuttle has been launched since I started hitting the numerous, unexplaincxed keys nefore me.
I miss my old QWERTY. It has told the Y to take a hike over the other side. My spell vheck is going to be very veru sisu. Ah, busy.
Now where the heck is the button to make Sunday dinner?