I've never been shy to say what's on my mind when I'm in the heat of the moment. Sometimes it works for me, sometimes it doesn't. There were a couple years where I didn't swear. Ironic that I was dating and living with a guy who has the worst potty mouth ever. By big problem was with the God - d*mn phrase. I'm not uber religious at all but I really didn't and still don't like that phrase. Anyway, I've fallen into the bad habit of saying Sh*t. A lot. Seems that it's my favorite phrase around here. Sometimes it's Oh Sh*t, sometimes it's Hey! You are such a little sh*t and sometimes it's just a random sh*t.
I got this from my husband this morning in my email:
By the way Donovan got his foot stuck in Sophia’s bathtub this morning. While he was trying to free himself he was saying “sh*t, sh*t, oh sh*t”.
That's my boy. Make Mama proud would ya?!
I got this from my husband this morning in my email:
By the way Donovan got his foot stuck in Sophia’s bathtub this morning. While he was trying to free himself he was saying “sh*t, sh*t, oh sh*t”.
That's my boy. Make Mama proud would ya?!
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