My husband mentioned to me (while I was doing my nighttime routine and he in the shower... so perhaps I was a bit grumpy and ready to go to bed) that I curse too much on my blog. He's probably right.
BUT, in my defense, I have just realized that I'm now a grown-up. At the ripe age of 27 (I think that's how old I am? When you start forgetting, you know you're growing old...), I am a woman, not a girl. About darn time.
With being a grown up comes the ability to curse when appropriate. Like, on blogs, when nobody can see my facial expressions, of which I have many.
Additionally, as a child, my vocabulary was severely restricted. Couldn't say "shut up" "this sucks""shit"... you get the point. NOTHIN'. In fact, we were told to call farts "sparts", which my auto-correct just confirmed my childhood fear that "sparting" is not a real verb.
Then, when I "grew up" I heard my mom say "shit," and I, well, almost "shit" my pants. And then I decided since only my mom reads this blog anyway, I can say things like "shit," because my Baptist Mommasita says it when she cuts herself while chopping onions in the kitchen.
Really, it all comes down to being ladylike and pleasant and holding in the curse words for later, though. I'm a lady. Or something. People call me ma'am and no longer ask for my ID when I order wine.
When did you first realize you were grown up? It's rough huh?
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The first time I was overdue on a DMV renewal and my husband was pulled over for expired tags. Oh, the shame. I think part of being a "grown up" is realizing how many bills one has to pay just to have electricity, a car, a functional stove, etc.
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