I Inherited My Potty Mouth From My Mom

True story.

I have a mouth like a truck driver and I am not ashamed. I can incorporate the F-bomb into just about any conversation. No wait...scratch that. Not just about any conversation...ANY conversation. And not just the F-bomb...but all his 4-letter, 3-letter and however many letter friends as well.

I remember as a child hearing swear words in regular conversation and not even thinking twice about it. It's just the way things were around our house. And now that I'm older, you get me, my Mom (and my Dad) in one room and it's like you're having a conversation at a truck stop. We rule!

But since it is Mother's Day this weekend and while I'm sure my Mom would appreciate this little tribute to her potty mouth, I think I should focus elsewhere when it comes to my Mom.

Here are a few other 'hand-me-downs' I've gotten from my Mom.

Love of music. We have the same taste in music. Have been to many concerts together and would fight each other like bachelorette's trying to catch a bouquet if Kid Rock (yes, that Kid Rock) were to want to marry us...date us...yeah, you get the idea.

I also get my wicked sense of humor from my Mom. Some may call it sarcastic. Some may call it witty. We like to call it smart-ass. And we always say that it's better to be a smart-ass, than a dumb-ass.

Um...we both hate onions. Love cats. We're both night-owls...
There are so many little things like that, I could go on and on.

I could get all mushy and say that I inherited some inner beauty, compassion for puppies and her secret recipe for hot cocoa or something like that. But that's just not how we roll in my family. We don't do mushy. Not very often anyway.

We're more like re-runs of Roseanne than we are Leave It To Beaver. (am I even old enough to know what that show is?)





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