Spelling Error

When I was about 8-years-old I wanted to go sledding one winter day.  My mom said I couldn't go until my jobs were done.  She then left to run errands in town, trusting me to finish my chores before playing.  So I decided to be an overachiever and fold the laundry in addition to my regular chores.  Before I ran out the door to go romp in the snow, I wrote a note for my mom so she would be very aware of what I had done, should she return home while I was gone.  The note I wrote said something to the effect of, "Mom, I did my jobs and folded the shits.  I'm sledding up at the sledding hill.  Love, Me".  By "shits" of course I meant "sheets".  But those darn spelling errors can sneak right up on ya.  My husband is a prime example.  His name is Brian.  Not that long ago he posted a funny comment on Face Book but referred to himself as "Brain".  He now has a new nickname.  Getting that "a" and "i" mixed up when typing is an honest mistake.  I can't tease him about it too much because my mistakes trump his by far.  As a cheerleader in highschool I was assigned to be the head cheerleader at a wrestling match.  We had a routine cheer that we would chant occasionally and we would spell out the name of the wrestler for our school.  You can imagine the confusion when I started to cheer, "L-U-C-K......Luke!.....Luke!"  Once again, a couple of letters was all it took to support the everlasting negative ditzy reputation of all cheerleaders and prove that I had not grown out of my bad spelling habits.  The reason I tell these stories is because the question is "not if, but when" will I post a huge spelling mistake on my blog for all to see?  Chances are, there is already one on here.  So bear with me.  Be patient.  I swear I'm not that stoopid.