I try not to swear. I know it’s unbecoming to a refined, sophisticated lady like me. And it’s not attractive in a grisly macho-manly-man, either. It’s the primary language of thugs, criminals and wanna-be-cools. But sometimes the only way to truly capture the sentiments of an occasion is to, well, let’er rip—bark a word that really smacks of emotion!
I try to be a good example and most of the
time, speak in my triple-G-rated voice. (Good Girl Gail!) But every once in a while I just gotta throw something out with a little more bite. Like the “S” word. Now that’s a word with the power to shrivel! If you ever hear me say SNAP! you’ll know that I’m at my absolute wits end. Let me explain.
One day in a moment of sheer insanity, I decide to take some of my grandchildren to the movies. Three three-year-olds. How hard can it be?
I have the foresight to slip four boxes of store-bought candy into my bag so I won’t have to pay the exorbitant p...