Why I Curse
I curse on my blog because I hardly ever curse in real life. Except when I'm talking, that is. But like when I'm asleep or something, I don't curse at all. Really, a priest and a rabbi could sleep with me and they wouldn't be offended at all. I mean, they could sleep in the same room as me, not SLEEP WITH ME, obviously.
But in all seriousness, I've never cursed in front of my children and that's quite a feat, considering that they are 7 and 10 years old, with strong personalities. I had to clean up my potty mouth because I didn't want them being all "hey, Grandma, where's my motherfucking Christmas present?" Because that's the kind of mom I am: Uptight.
My kids have remained so curse-word-free that at age 7, my son thinks that the "s" word is "shut up" and the "f" word is "fart". I may have pulled a few muscles patting myself on the back for that one.
So, really, I'm not tough. I'm just worried that if I don't curse on this blog, I will implode. And start cursing in my sleep.
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