So I did something slightly horrendous this past weekend. It was of course Thanksgiving so we made the rounds to the family members and food and had a good time getting together with everyone. Everything was great until we started watching football. Two things you may not know? I LOVE LOVE LOVE football and usually yell and throw things during the course of the game. And I cuss all the time. Constantly. A friend once told me I could make a sailor blush. So I'm watching the Cowboys play (play well for a change) and out comes the f bomb in the crowded living room. TB's Aunt AS chided me and I immediately felt awful. His family is really nice and sweet and quiet and I am cussing at the game on TV. Fail liz, Fail!
What is worst than that? I did it again later!! TB's grandfather was saying something to me and I was still worked up from the game and another fuck fell right out of my mouth. RIGHT TO HIM!!!! I don't get embarrassed very often but I have to tell you that I was completely mortified!! ugh.
Well the point to this is that it made me think about my own baby guilt and it has been something I have been trying to work up to for a while now. So this week, I'm gonna write about it. Get fucking ready.
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