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    Sweet Honey Iced Tea

    Follow my blog with Bloglovin As part of a personally prescribed therapy I began cursing without reserve two years ago. The other day Honey Bear chuckled after I let loose a rhythmic stream of profanities.  I asked him what was so funny. “If I had a clicker to count how many times you cursed – my hand would get a workout.” I gave him a wry look out of the corner of my eye. “From the girl who never cursed in her life to a girl who curses worse than a sailor – it’s frickin entertaining!” From his point of view I was a goody two-shoes. From my perspective, I had never…

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