As you may have determined yesterday, I am the advocate for "no bad words" in front of our son. I also enjoyed poking fun of both of my parents for slipping in front of him last week while we visited them in Seattle. So it is NOT funny that I need to order a case of EffWord for my transgressions yesterday.
JohnnyMac called me in the late afternoon. I had several things occur at my office which displeased me in no uncertain terms. In regards to blathering on about work, I prefer to share only highly valid points at the end of our work day because I work all the time and I don't need to spend family time discussing it. Except for yesterday. JohnnyMac asked me how the meeting/meeting/meeting/meeting went. I opted to tell him about two specifics one of which included me saying loud and clear something highly poetic and intelligent like, "This is absolutely Mother F*cking ridiculous" followed by more pretty thoughts and sun-filled kissy style narrative.
JohnnyMac then said in his oh so calm voice, "Honey, you are on the car speaker."
Followed by a tiny voice saying "Hi Mommy."
Even when caught, I am very quick. I respond with, "As I was saying, my MOTHER thinks PUMPKIN is DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-licious. Except I said it as basically one long sentence with a very high pitched voice.
JohnnyMac: Mmmm hmmmm. You are in t-r-o-u-b-l-e.
Mind you, the worst word I have ever said in front of our son is sh*t.
Mind you, I RARELY say MF
Mind you, it would be amongst a list of words I would NEVER want to say in front of my two year old.
Mind you, when the guy at the car dealership tells you BlueTooth doesn't sound like speaker phone, even on speaker phone, believe it.
As I said yesterday, where is that bar soap now, honey. I hope its a bar soap boomerang and comes back to me immediately.
And oh look, just what I needed, more irony.
This will give me something to think about while I write my 20 year reunion post this weekend.