For Mom's 80th birthday, we made a list of 80 things we love about Mom. One of mine was that when she curses, I know it is bad enough that I can curse, too.
That is where I found myself the other day, and the object of Mom's ire was the braces (of course). She was helping me transfer when I didn't have the braces on, and she preached to the choir of me that I am so much better with the braces that it made her want to say bad words that they still didn't stay on/fit without hurting.
I guess technically she didn't curse, but close enough.
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