November 12, 2009
In our house, sometimes… we curse. It happens, ya know? Sometimes it’s in jest, joking around (“Get your ASS in that kitchen and make me some dinner, woman!”), other times it’s from frustration (“The DAMN printer is being an ASS again.”)
And you know. Sometimes The Big One slips out. “EFFFFFFFF….!”
But of course, now that we have a talking kid in our house, we’ve made an effort to clean things up. And honestly, I think we’re doing a pretty good job.
Or, I thought we were doing a pretty good job.
Until my mom showed me this video tonight when I was at her house baking cookies for the Burgh Mom Cookie Swap (My oven, it is broken. It is 25-50 degrees too low and is going to cost $350 to fix. Boo.) She forgot she had it, or didn’t know she had it, or whatever. It’s from a few months ago (hence the sunshine and bathing suit and swimming pool) when she was watching Maggie while we packed for our move.
I… I don’t even know what to say. I’m partly embarrassed, partly amused, and OMG I was almost in tears from laughing so hard.
The good news is, she hasn’t done this recently. So I’m hoping she forgot about it.
Because that would be a REALLY awkward call from the daycare.