Puffy opinioned to me the other day, "You swear a lot. You swear worse than I do, & I work in the oilfield!" Oilfield workers are notorious for their potty mouths.
Shamefully, it's true. I do swear a lot. I swear most often around people who don't swear. I swear more in situations where it is very inappropriate to swear {funerals, church, around my grandma}. I swear when I'm mad. I swear when I'm happy. I swear while chatting on the phone.
So, I've decided, the swearing must go. It's time to become the lady that Gladys' cousin accused me of being. I've come up with a really harsh penalty plan for the swearing, too. I think you'll be proud of me, boys & girls. For every swear, I must put 50 cents in a jar. 
It's only been 2 days.
2 comments:
Just curious if you have enough money in your "swear jar" that we can bet bet bet all weekend.
velvis
Unfortunately, Puffy gets the cash. I decided that would hurt more, & be more of an incentive to me to stop swearing.
We're up to $6.50! I'm going to need a loan.
W
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