...PUSHING your car to the store to finish up the christmas shopping.

Especially when it's the night before you leave on an airplane to the ends of the earth(well, OK so it's just Rockford, IL but it feels like the ends of the earth 'cause you've never been there before and you've heard the rumors)the next day and you know you still have presents to wrap and all the packing to do and your man will probably be working ALL NIGHT LONG like he was last night(6:30 am is waaaaaaaay too late to be just coming to bed-poor boy) and so you're on your own and you can't even start all the stuff that needs doing until you figger out how you're going to get home-certainly not in your housemates fockinggobshite of a saturn that won't start that you had to borrow 'cause your rottencamelsbladder of a subaru wouldn't start in the first place.

So what if that was a longass runon sentence worthy of A A Milne, it's MY blog and if I wanna run on and on complaining, whining and moaning til I'm foaming at the mouth I damnfrickingwell will!

Well, believe it or not, I was feeling a mite testy tonight(did I mention my period started yesterday?)in fact I was beginning to growl a bit and felt kinda like smacking someone... So, in order to avoid snapping at my poor tired fiance, I challenged him to a swearing match-who could say: "CRAP!" best. I hedged my bets by betting he could and he could and so I won. heehee.

Then, still purely in the interests of diversion and avoiding carnal mayhem, I asked him what his favorite swear words were and found his answer rather boring, but he proceeded to enlighten me on all the amazing variations and excellent grammatical play that could be acheived with two such humble, prosaic four letter words. Not to mention the imaginative application of foreign accents.

I myself am all for creative swearing. Tho Daniel says "I wouldn't touch you with a naked molerats ass" isn't really swearing.

Hmmph.