I am plagued with a brain that moves faster than my fingers – or my mouth. The result is often half-cocked sentences. It’s down right embarrassing.

For instance, this morning I was typing a response to a Facebook post someone was kind enough to tag me in. My answer in my brain was : These are beautiful! What came out was: These new beautiful!

See what I mean?

My only excuse was I hadn’t had a cup of coffee yet.  I throw myself at the mercy of all gray matter.

But why are the fingers the so slow? Because I have bucked at all attempts to type correctly.  I know which fingers should be resting on which keys, and for the most part I do. But I have evolved from the hunt and peck method with both of my index fingers. This method seems to work for me, but it won’t earn me any “fastest typist” awards in my lifetime.

I can’t even claim arthritis as an excuse for slow fingers.

They are what they are – appendages unwilling to work with the ruler – the almighty brain. Even my phone is against me – autocorrect has caused more raised eyebrows than I care to admit to.

In fact, even Facebook’s autocorrect can throw words in there that don’t fit.

So, for now, I’m going to give my fingers a break and claim that little word mix-up was a fault of Facebook.