Okay, so. Thanks to Hurricane Isaac, we don’t have power so I’m sitting at TWH’s office typing this. Everyone is comparing stories of how bad their lives are at the moment. (Let me digress for a minute by saying not only do we NOT have power, I haven’t had coffee in over 24 hours. So now, not ONLY did I have to take a cold shower this morning, I’ve barely slept, I’m uncaffeinated, and it’s SHARK WEEK for me. I win mofos!! I motherfucking WIN!!)
Anyways, I’m set up in an empty cubicle at TWH’s office with TB on his laptop in the next cubicle. From over the wall, I hear some guy telling his tale of woe and he says “Fucking”. For some reason, THIS makes me cringe. I started to stand up and give him The Death Glare while pointing to TB and saying “My KID is in this cubicle!!” Because I’m a big ol’ hypocrite. Obviously.
I’ve said before that I write like I talk. EXACTLY like I talk. I can be heard at my house swearing like a sailor simply because I can’t get some schmutz off a dish. Or I dropped something. Or I tripped over one of the Dawgs. Or it’s a day that ends with “Y”. Whatever. My point is, for some reason, I’ve decided it’s perfectly fine for me to swear in front of my kids but for someone else to do it??
Oh. HELL. NO!! It drives me batshit crazy. Don’t talk like that in front of my kid!! I’M the only one that can talk like that in front of my kid!!
Inconsiderate Asshole. Watch your damn language already!!