I am normally a sweet, non swearing person. When my kids were little we lived in Michigan which meant occasionally driving on ice. This is not fun. You may want to go in a certain direction but if you are on ice well too bad you are just going to skid.
So, as any responsible parent would do, I told my kids that you are allowed to swear if you are driving.
Today, a million years later, my shoulder sockets are apparently occupied by ground glass. When putting on a shirt of any kind, the word fuck might just slip out of my mouth. When taking off the same shirt born of the devil, my shoulders rotate through the glass in the opposite direction and shit is added to my vocabulary of torture. What happened? When will I get dressed without contortions and bad words and pleas to the God who promised me salvation? Maybe tomorrow? Please?
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