August 6
It’s true. Since becoming pregnant I’ve been swearing like a sailor! Usually I’m the one telling people to mind their language, but now the f-bomb seems to be rearing it’s ugly head on a regular basis. Crap. Now I have no ground to self righteously reprimand my sister for not watching her tongue. Instead I mutter it under my breath and hope it will only enter her subconcious, but cause her to adopt PG rated grammar. A girl can dream, can’t she? It just slips out more, I guess. This also, of course, is aside from the emotional hormones that have seemingly taken a more aggressive turn which has led to the special notice of my cursing volume. I called Jason an asshole. Flat out. He was teasing me about watching Legally Blonde (which is an insult to my intelligence in and of itself) and suddenly… SNAP! Do have to be an asshole? It just slipped out before I knew what happened and before I looked at his very wide eyes, I knew my hand belonged over the now gaping orifice. He proceeded to storm off to the shower… and we never spoke of it again.
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