In school and work, I have often been assumed to be one of those "goodie goodies" who would never swear.
Suffice it to say, when there was an occasion to hang out with peers in a more casual setting, people were surprised, shocked, absolutely gobsmacked to hear me swear.
I just avoid swearing in places where, you know, it's unprofessional.
But at home? Bring on the cussing.
I get that from my father.
No home reno project is complete without him "thinking aloud" with language my Mum gave up on trying to stave off years ago.
In the classroom or office? No.
When hanging out with friends? Sure.
While attempting to assemble Ikea furniture? Oh hell yes.
