Todd, telling a story about a scene that went down at his old work:
"So then, they really got into it and she told him, 'Frick you'."
Me: "Honey.....she didn't really say "Frick" did she?"
He hangs his head,
You see. Hot Toddy can't swear.
How we wound up together is anybody's guess, but I have a theory.
He's swearing vicariously through me.
HT is no prude. He's not the kind that gets all offended when someone else swears. Though he doesn't do it himself, he cracks up when I let it fly. He practically encourages it.
I don't swear in front of the kids. With Riley's low frustration tolerance, it would be too delicious for her. She'd get into all kinds of trouble socially if she repeated it. So, I hold it in all day, and once the cherubs are in bed, something comes over me.
Practically every other word.
Sometimes I wish I didn't swear, but I find it so satisfying. So right. Something about it feels so necessary in today's world.
Besides, Hot Toddy is counting on me.
Afterall, I'm swearing for two.