I've no idea how to correct this.
Sometimes, I write letters to vent what is in my heart/soul... you know, the ones you tear up? These days, we do emails.
I had written one, one of many I've written, that I always hit 'delete', feeling better, knowing my scattered emotions and long felt held forth heart words are said, if not delivered.
So, it's written... I'm feeling solid...getting ready to delete, as always... I'm moving the mouse up to hit delete....
...at this point, it was all slow motion. I often type sitting on a bar chair, my feet propped up on the other, my little computer on my lap... they are called laptops, aren't they? S l o w l y I moved the little arrow thing to the delete part of the email page. S l o w l y the pit bull moves from a four legged stance to putting his feet on my.....laptop. I watch in horror as the computer says "message sent".
The one time I actually put the address in the email, the ONE time! Sweetmotherofgod. Jesusmaryandjosephandallthesaintsinutah.
Now, we curse slow connections. We shout when letters are lost that we need to have go somewhere. We are furious when a wireless suddenly goes away....yes, it was a stolen wireless, still, he should have left it on longer.
This time, when I am frantically hitting the STOP button, it flies off with the ease of George Bush sending young people off to Iraq to spread democracy at the cost of their lives.
I may have to change my name and/or see if the convent in Greece is still taking novices. What do you do? Write another letter and say, "Gee, you know that mail I just sent? Well, ignore it, the dog sent it."