I thought I'd pretty much quit swearing, and I was so proud of myself. Then the kids moved in. Nothing too serious, but I say the word "damn" again sometimes.
This weekend two of my daughters and 3 of the other grandchildren came to visit. It was so nice to have them here. While they were here, the 13 year old grandson wanted to see the 11 year old's iguana, Iggy. (Dee Ice calls him "Icky".) Then he walked over to the African frog's cage to see it.
No frog.
He asked her where the frog was. She said she hadn't told me about it, but the frog had gotten out of its cage about two weeks ago and she didn't know where it is. THE FROG IS LOST IN THIS HOUSE! FOR TWO WEEKS! TWO. WEEKS.
Which corresponds to the awful smell I smell downstairs, that I have blamed on Iggy's cage for the past two weeks, sending the 11 year old to clean it.
#@*&!
posted by Inklings @ 11:04 AM
4 Comments:
Make the 11 year old folow her nose and maybe if she finds the smell she'll find the frog - or maybe what is left of him.
My cuss word is hell. And oddly enough I never say it when I'm mad or angry. I use it way too often in conversation such as in "what the hell". :0+
Well, I also say bitch. I don't think I can ever give up that one. :0)
Bitch is my favorite word. It is also an endearment for me. And I don't think frogs really stink that bad when they die, but whatever. It's a pretty small frog.
Yeah...kids brought out the swearing in me too...and I hadn't said a swearword since 9th grade... :)
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