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It's probably not the smartest thing in the world to do when first waking up, but I opened Twitter anyway. Hmm, there was a notification.

Could it have been my retweet of Michael Sheen getting the Wales men's soccer team amped up? Maybe it was Adweek's Jason Notte's article on Aviation Gin's new Oregon tasting room. I bet it was my displeasure with the Philadelphia Phillies limping their way to the end of the season.

It was none of these things.

Apparently, it was the Twitter response equivalent of a pocket dial. I skimmed through a Business Insider article on millennials and home ownership (catchy headline, James Rodriguez). Then, I put my phone in my pocket, where the "fun" began.

The headline of this article was what my body "typed" in response. And someone (with a saucy handle) caught it.

Oops.