We should get Rio back into the thread. She could show us some Grade-A cussing.

I got a tiny bit accomplished today. I spent way too much time worrying about whether I'm perjuring myself, but I'm now pretty sure that I'm not. And filled out the forms that had me worried. And got some stepping stones placed in the backyard.

That looks like more than a tiny bit, now. Nice!

Eta: FUCKOS

Timelies all!

Am amused by the cursing discussion.

But when I do, I'm either 1. not thinking of god at all. 2. thinking about Mark Twain's quote that cursing is the best prayer ever, cause it's so sincere. But if I say "Jesus!" I'm usually not thinking of The Big J.C.

I can see people being really offended by it and wanting not to hear it in a workplace. Actually, especially when it's not "meant to be offensive." It's sort of like how I don't think most people mean to feminize all of their insults like bitch and whore. Or really mean anything against specific gay people when they use gay as a synonym for shitty. They don't actively mean it but they are the reason these things are still, for the most part, accepted.

That said, I have a terrible vocabulary and default to terms that are certainly offensive to some. I might not edge the fucks out of my vocab, but I am actually trying to religiously tinged ones out. Because if I am going to cringe when I hear young boys calling each other a little bitch, I should stop saying Jesus Christ. Because no offense meant doesn't always equal that no offense was felt.

I apologised sincerely, assuring them I hadn't intended to slip anything in through the back door. Signed off with "Roger and out". They complimented me on my courtesy.

Bwah!

Those would be a totes nutritional dinner, right?

Yes. If you wait for me to get there.

I baked my prepackaged lasagna for 10 minutes more than the instructions said and the damn thing was still cold when I took it out of the oven. FUCKOS!

Many years ago I spent a month climbing in Thailand, and I met a bunch of Norwegian climbers who had great fun teaching me & my friend how to swear in Norwegian.

Now all I can remember is "fitte-kittie" and "hellavurtur". I have no idea how they're spelled or what they mean, but apparently they're very bad.

I still use "hellavurtur" sometimes.

My ragemaking hate for Whole Foods continues. Drive all the way out there and they no longer have any dutch cocoa. And their cliental are super fucking annoying, their staff clueless AND THE STORE FUCKING REEKS OF THEIR "FOOD" BARS. I actually have to hold my breath. It's fucking nasty and I'd never get stuff from those rancid smelling food bars.

I might be just a bit annoyed.

sara, I think that definitely rates a FUCKOS.

I made the sorrel kinda strong.

Oops.

I may have to make another, less alcoholic batch before the weekend.

One of the great fake swears my Swedish language textbook had was "Katten också!", which literally means "The cat also!"

I'm beginning to wonder if I made the right decision in choosing to sew my outfit rather than buying something off the rack. The pattern goes up to a 20 and I'm decidedly above a 20 these days. While I've winged it before and made a 20 into a 22, it's a completely different thing to make a 20 into a *mumble*. I've spent the last hour cutting practice pieces out in Hefty bag and butcher paper. I'm a bit worried I wasted $ on 7 yards of fabric here.

I wish I had a sewing buddy nearby who could help me with pinning and draping a muslin. It's hard to modify the pieces THIS much without having someone who can reach the back where I can't...