I curse too much. It’s part of who I am. I don’t mean that I cherish this personality characteristic and don’t want to give it up, it’s not like smoking. I just can’t seem to stop.
There hasn’t been a lot of call for me to quit. My former workplace was littered with profanity. My husband didn’t swear much when we first started dating but he’s just as bad as me now. Most of my girlfriends are bluer than channel eleven on a Saturday night.
There’s now call for me to quit. I mean, the baby is having trouble with paddy-cakes…conceptually, so I totally curse in front him all the time. But I’m going to have to cut it out.
Someday.
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