We are finishing our basement, which is neither here nor there. And I title things for my own amusement. Sorry they very rarely make sense. |
I had a moment today when I smiled and thought to myself,
"Awww...I'm finally growing up."
If growing up means using a toddler-esque phrase in place of a curse word.
And it does.
I think.
Or it could just be that I am very morbidly sleep deprived.
(what is it about paint colors and tile samples and the smell of lung cancer-inducing dry wall dust that gets my imagination so wound up I can't sleep?)
Anyway, I went to get a very huge load of wash out of the dryer, and the first thing my hand closed around was a tube of chapstick.
I groaned through very gritted teeth.
And said,
"Ooooooh, stink hole."
Very slow and drawn-out.
And then immediately giggled.
Cause, what?!
Where did that come from?
No matter from whence it sprang, I am counting it as progress!
Maybe my subconscious has had it with my conscious.
It knows I can't set goals and reach them.
So it decided to take my swearing habit into its own very hypothetical hands.
And, I must say, it's doing a damn good job.
2 comments:
Thanks for the good laugh tonight. I don't think I've ever heard of "stink hole" but maybe I'll use it one of these days.
Damn right! I think you ARE growing up, Drea! Good for you. -What's taking ME so long?
So fun to read your posts!
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