A friend sent me a link to a T-shirt recently, offering it if the blog needs an official shirt. It is a design featuring the ubiquitous wheelchair dude from parking signs only he had fallen out of his chair. He is lying facedown and the shirt just said "Crap!"
I like it, although it occurs to me that I don't curse when I fall -- too focused on how I can get up without calling for help.
This morning, for instance, I fell getting into the shower, and if ever a fall deserved cursing, it was this one.
My foot slipped off the rug and I fell. The problem is I had seen that the rug was out of place on my way into the bathroom, but I did not feel like doing anything about it. It is not something I can fix on my own because if I wheel close enough to pick up the rug, my wheels are on it and I can't move it. And I did not feel like calling for help. So I fell. I got up and showered all without a curse in my mind.
I saved the curses for when my socks and shorts fell on the ground when I grabbed them, the "goddamn bastards."
you could try mom's old standbys...
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snickerdoodle
schnitz
or when she was really mad....
G.D.!
Maybe my eldest sister will help me?
ReplyDeletei could, but i am afraid i'd corrupt you. check with my kids though. they have no compunction(sp?) about swearing infront of me. I really don't get it.
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Your daughter's swearing came up this evening. I think you were there when I told her how one of her Richmond cousins told at the FC dinner table in front of our mom a story that involved the word "deusche bag," which I think I spelled wrong. I was saying that while your daughter has a mouth on her, she would be too embarrassed to say that in front of her grandmother.
ReplyDeletethanks for defending my daughter's honor, i think
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