Now that the end is in sight and I’m about to get my life back, the darlin’ boy and I have been talking about our tiny abode again, and the things we’d like to do with it, things we’d like to add to it, and the things that definitely ought to get dropped off the balcony (or at the closest charity box) before we get too comfortable with them.
Well, here’s something we’ll never have:
A swear jar.
Never.
Ever.
Ever.
Neither one of us has that much change.
Being people who live with small children that are according to the law in our care, we have adopted the notion that swearing at home is to be avoided. Of course, I did have to explain to the kids that when one is driving, the rules of polite speech do not apply.