The other morning I was driving to work, I was running a bit late, stuck behind the damn school bus and everyone just seemed to be driving with their thumbs up their ass. It was going to be that kind of morning.
Having not worked in three years I had avoided all the morning bullshit and it seemed I was in a mood, not exactly sure why. The thing that totally pushed me was when I was getting off my exit and trying to merge over and it was insane. I lost it and dropped those F-bombs like F-16’s. My husband called me during my cussing streak and boy did he hear a mouthful. His advice- I should go to a meeting-LOL!
I gotta tell you though, it felt good. Pre-baby I used to curse like a sailor. Growing up I didn’t have any brothers but I had plenty of male cousins I hung out with all the time and it was like having 8 brothers. Since having my daughter I barely curse at all especially when she’s around but seriously, it felt great to let it out.