Liza: I found Miss Potty Mouth! Seems she’s a nanny for an entertainment lawyer in BeverlyHills.
Me: Wait. So she’s ananny?
Maybe Liza texted the wordnannyinerror.
Autocorrect alwaysfails.
Like the time I texted an investment banker that I was looking forward to riding his kick-ass body when I meant to text I was looking forward to riding his kick-assboat.
Yeah. That was a definitefail.
Forty long seconds later, Lizareplies.
Liza: Yes. A live-in nanny. Anyway, would you like heraddress?
I allow the text to simmer in my brain before I respond. I mean, do I really want to just show up to this woman—Daniella’sresidence?
Seconds later, thumbs trembling in excitement, I text myreply.
Me: Hellyeah.
