52

that is the number of times i heard the nice man in front of us blurt out one of three very nice expletives on Saturday at the OSU-Houston game. i SO wanted to wash his mouth out with soap...or blow snot on him (since my allergies were on a rampage the second we stepped out of our car in Stilly.) i think the latter would have been more fun. oh...yeah...the point. well, i (naturally being better than him), was totally passing judgment. yes, please cuss...it couldn't possibly make you any more attractive than the dirty shirt you're wearing. sheesh...if he thought he was going to impress the totally hot girls in front of him, then i am WAY out of touch with what is attractive. okay, so now that you all think i'm totally mean...

i picked my 6-year-old up to take him to his scout meeting a little while ago, and on the way, i got cut off by a really bad (but probably very nice) driver. before my brain even caught up with my mouth, i heard it. learn to drive, dumba**! umm...what? where did that even come from? i make it a point to never say a word i wouldn't allow my child to repeat. (well, unless i am fired up and i can't get my point across without it! heh.) but seriously folks. dumba**?? couldn't i have at least made it count and dropped an f-bomb!? no...i picked that one. questions ensued, of course. i apologized and promised to never say it again. not good enough. i will likely face punishment later.

so...to foul-mouthed dirty shirt man...i am sorry i judged you so harshly (because i KNOW you are reading along). one expletive is as bad as 52.