Thank you, Auto Correct.  You knew just what I needed.  Typing a venting text to my wife.  Releasing stress from a blunder filled night.  I reference frustrations.  I click send.

That’s when I realize that Auto Correct came to the rescue.  Auto Correct saved the day.  Yes, it was not very fond of my vent.  Not very fond of my “Grrrr” and that’s when it decided to take actions into its own microprocessor hands.  That’s when it turned “Grrrr” into “Ferret.”

Smile.  Must have been an angst ridden ferret.  Steer clear of him.  Thanks for the warning, Auto Correct.