It's finally Friday. %$#*ing Friday. Why is it that, somedays, life just gets a little easier when you throw in an expletive or two? I'm not big on cussing, but every once in a while, it just feels good to let the bad words fly. This is where best friends come in, in my opinion. There's no one better to badly banter with than your best buddy. (How's that for some %&*#ing alliteration?) There's a Ben Folds song that my bestie Elise and I love to sing in the car because, right in the middle, he screams the F-word. We get all giddy leading up to it because it feels so wrong to say but it's just so #*%^ing fun.
Cuss to your spouse, and you get a faint look of surprise and disapproval. "Clean it up, Haskamp. Not in front of the kid." Cuss to your parents, and feel a little wave of adrenaline before the guilt rolls in. "Melissa Suzanne!" (I always get the first and middle name when I get into trouble. At the age of 31, this is still disappointingly effective.)
Anyway, it's the end of the week, and if you've had a week like mine, it's been a tough one. I double dog dare you to go outside on your lunch break and throw out a @#$% to the universe. Maybe doodle an *&^%@ on your notepad in a company meeting, and then fiercely scribble over it until it's unrecognizable. Pass by someone and whisper a &*$(! under your breath. It will free you, I promise.
Tonight is a MLS game with the hubs and a gaggle of co-workers, and tomorrow is Taylor Swift with my niece...I am gooing with excitement. I'm hoping that all the goo outweighs my complete and total exhaustion. Even if it doesn't, this weekend is going to kick &*$. I'm just going to type it. ASS.
HOLLA -
2 comments:
Oh my gosh I love you Missy! I was so happy to be laughing at my desk this morning!
Bahaha!!! Giving away all of our secrets, eh? It is amazing that I am pretty sure I was thinking about you the exact time you posted this message!
Love you so much for you being exactly who you are without apology or excuse. BIG SMOOCH.
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