Apparently my accent is really cute when I curse. Shanta’s dad is quite taken with how I sound when cursing, and has indeed said he only wants to hang out with me if I curse a few times. Now that’s something I never in my life expected – a parental encouraging me, nay, _telling_ me to swear. Wonders never cease!
And her mum gave me a pair of socks with ‘sassy girl’ emblazoned on them. Appropriate, you think?!? *grin*
Think I need a ‘sassy’ icon now!!!
On a different note, how pathetic is it when shaking a spice bottle gives me a headache. *mumble, mutter, grump*
