Pulled from the archives to !! yahooooo !! a DIY, recently completed in this old house.


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I’ve never been one for cursing or cussing or carrying on.
Ooooooh, but believe me.
There have been plenty of times in this zig-zaggy life where I’ve wanted to fill my sentences with profanity-laced obscenities.
Plenty ‘o times.

Instead, I’d keep those potty words tucked in my head
& mumble rats, darn or boo.


I’m thinking my Catholic upbringing, my don’t swear in front of the kids parents and my working around children for so many years probably has something to do with my aversion to expletive language.

Truth be told ?
It seems the older I get, the easier it is for flippity-flip-flip phrases to make their way into my vocabulary.
It’s rather shocking, appalling even.
But don’t you worry, it doesn’t happen all the time, so there’s no need to tarnish your image of me.
!! ZINGS !! seem to slip out only when I’m annoyed at someone or stressed about something.

Don’t annoy me.
Don’t stress me out.
Ok ?!!?! Ok.


Oh, and if there is a DON’T CALL A PROFESSIONAL, I’D RATHER DO IT MYSELF household project you need assistance with …?
You might want to ask someone else.
Handyman gigs bring out the drunken sailor in me.

It’s scandalous, but it’s true. I am a stress induced, annoyance produced, the words just have a way of jumping out of my mouth, closet cuss-er.
and you know what ?
I’m pretty #%&$!!# proud of it.

Oh yes, I am.

! Earmuffs !


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