Four Letter Words

If you know me IRL then you know that I'm prone to dropping the occasional F-bomb. Ok, so it's probably more than occasional, but you get what I'm saying. It's bad enough to be in the habit at all, but coming from Jersey it's pretty hard to stop. C and I have tried really hard to cut back. I know I've been a lot better lately, especially in the car, so I was absolutely horrified at what happened on Saturday.

I'm really ashamed to even admit this.

We were driving home from lunch when some jackass made a left turn and cut me off. I had to slam on the brakes to avoid hitting him. Ordinarily, this would get a big "What the F%$K" from me, but since I'm trying to be better about my language these days I just got out "What the...." There was nothing to worry about, though, because toddler Charlie added the last word for me from the backseat.

Guess I changed my habits a little too late. Do you have any idea how hard it was not to laugh? The tears were rolling down my cheeks from trying to hold it all in. Hopefully it was an isolated incident. Looks like I'll have to try a little harder from now on.