Dyslexics UNTIE! (or is it 'Unite?')

Here are some texting "converSashens" between my sweet friend, who has Dyslexia--or, as he refers to it, "I HAVE A DISEASE, YA KNOW!!!"--and some of us who really love him.  (P.S.  I have total permission from his mother to post this info...but not from him!  Teehee!)

Jag--Did erik fix the idop yet?


PrissE--the what?


Jag--the ipod, DUH!


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Jag--I sa u


PrissE--I sa u tooooo.  U pla gud!  (may be I shouldn't poke fun......NAH!!)

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Bossman--I need for you to come help in the shop


Jag--Ime in medal of converSashen  (this was probably a near fatal mistake and thus ensued a most unpleasant "converSashen" between Bossman (the dad) & Jag (the son).......)

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Jag--I nead 2 work november 10 in cunseshon stand


Sassy--huh?  (her texts and responses are always short and sweet!)

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Sassy--Where r u?


Jag--Woking!  (this would be "of the perambulating nature, not the cooking nature)

Sassy--Well 'wok' faster!

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We do 'luv u' Jag!