always the child
not her.. she seems to be the eternal grownup. me, on the other hand, can't seem to ever be considered a grownup. I was chastised by mon Ange again. why ths time? my potty mouth. and by potty, I mean that I swear like a sailor (or maybe a renegade pirate). now this isn't news. it has always been... but now it has become family habit to critique my language.
that sounds healthy for the girls, doesn't it? yeah, I didn't think so either.
that sounds healthy for the girls, doesn't it? yeah, I didn't think so either.
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Did you notice I added a "Breaking Out the Sailor" category to my blog? If I ever have kids I cannot WAIT to swear in front of them. Seriously. Seriously.
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