I was just thinking this morning. you know when the kids get you really mad, like ballistic mad? and you get some creative cursing going, and you don't even know what you're saying?
This morning, I had a good one, when I was saying (in my mind), I swear, I swear to fucking Christ... you know, that one's probably not going to go over w/ the big guy. sort of mixing up a plea and insulting him at the same time.
Reminds me of coming home from church and bickering w/ my sister in the back seat. Mom's always pissed at us, yelling JesusMaryandJoseph, there you kids are w/ the fucking bodyofchrist still in your mouths and you're fighting. then she'd reach back while driving and smack the both of us.
I miss those days. when do I get to reach back and smack somebody? why do the rules seem to shift on my shift?
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