My sisters and I canned 56 quarts of applesauce last Saturday. I personally think we should win some sort of Domestic Goddess award (There are even three of us. Whoa.) One of these days when my self-esteem comes back I might tell you about how one sister is the canning Nazi. But today, I have more serious business to discuss.
When I was canning peaches the other day I did a dumb thing where the water boiled for about twenty minutes and then I realized that I hadn't put the jarred peaches in the water. This jarred my nerves. And I said a very naughty word when I realized what I had done. I haven't said a swear word since junior high. And this one is in the Bible, so I think it's not as bad. And my mom said it (kind of a lot, but I still love her a lot) when I was growing up, so double okay. Anyway, I contritely repented, confessed, forsook, all that jazz. It was a good thing, too, due to a ramen noodle, screen door and two-year-old incident today in which I merely screamed. So now you can dish to me. Do you say very naughty words now and then? Or do you have a tongue of steel? (That's kind of a gross image. Sorry.) What is your swearing philosophy? Or the most recent thing that induced you?