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May 10, 2015

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...

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