I have a confession. It won't come as a huge shock to those that know me.
(excuse me while I take a breath...okay)
On occasion, like when I get cut off in traffic...or I'm running late...or I've taken on too much...or when I've basically just..over-stuffed my tamales and cooked them too long...
I've been known to utter...ahem.. somewhat, illustrative aphorisms and creative expletives in not just one but two languages. Sometimes I even mix the languages.
(I'm bilingual/biliterate that way)
And too, on more than one occasion I have had to rely on my word diversion skills because somehow through slappa-whacka bicker fests from the back seat Big Girl and Glitterific girl pipe up and ask for clarification on what I thought I had just muttered under my breath.
"AAAAAAHHH SHIIIIPS AND SALSA!!!"
(and what's with the selective hearing in children? Why can they hear the crackle of a candy wrappers through walls, closed doors, under cover of music, beneath blankets...but they can't hear you tell them to pick up their dirty socks while hovering over them like a giant vulture? The mysteries of parenthood)
Sometimes I just have to admit that, "Mom shouldn't have said that." and apologize profusely to my family and promise to use other ways to "express" myself.
One day, while out on a rare Momcation, all by myself...to the grocery store. I found myself in that section which I can only describe as the bibliophile's guilty pleasure: the magazine/book aisle. And as I was reading all about How to Look Younger, Lose Weight, and Tone Your Abs just by holding your breath, counting to 100 and drinking a cup of water, this little book caught my attention.
|Oh yeah it doesn't say Biting Your Tongue!|