A few days ago, Weaver asked about swearing. As in, how many of her readers swear.
Reluctantly, I raised my hand and was counted in with those people, but I also explained that I don't swear a lot these days. Now that I'm older, I guess I find a lot less things to be really upset about. I also have a reduced need to vent when I do get upset about something. So...I don't swear like I used to. I'm mellowing in my old age, I guess.
Today, we had to move a bad refrigerator out of an apartment and move the replacement in. It was (of course) a bigger job than expected. In the doing of that job, I mashed my pinky finger between the door frame and the fridge.
Weaver, I have a confession. Today, I cussed like a sailor.