I used to! A lot. Being the only female in the all male accounting department back in the early 70's, I decided to start swearing like a fiend and smoking like a chimney to fit in. That continued until 20 or so years ago. Well, not the swearing. As long as I stay calm and dry, we're OK. Unless I am bewildered, astonished, surprised, shocked, inept, run into a mannequin, bang into a pole that should not be there, tip over a display, or any number of things. Then all bets are off. Hypnosis liberated me from cigarettes, not sure it would help with the mouth problem. It's not difficult to restrict my vocabulary in front of family because most visits are pleasant and do not trigger the tongue. I never used profanity around my parents and was uncomfortable if a movie we were watching contained that fricking word. In private, at home, let it fly. But restaurants and stores are not the place. Unless you run into a mannequin, bang into a pole that shouldn't be there, tip over a display.
The smoking today is widespread. Every room on the first floor. I always start the turkey at 450 degrees for 15 minutes and then turn it down. This time, I did not heat the pan before adding the bird and we are smoking. Big time. Nothing like having ear piercing alarms go off (that falls under "surprised") and cats scatter while you try to turn the damn things off and can't (that falls under "inept"). Needless to say, that spew made the dead bird roll over in his pan.
The boys were peaceful until then. I've been close enough to old man Bud to know that Nitzy's position is not a good one.
So before I start the pies, I thought it best to relax a little with two of my favorites. Vanilla Birch candle and Nutella, and what Coni calls a cup of "damn good". What could possibly go wrong? Probably a bird flying in the open windows to get rid of the smoke, the brats chasing it throughout the house, creating another spew.
Happy Thanksgiving!!
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