It’s My Potty

People who know me in person know that I can swear like a truck driver. Like a filthy, potty-mouthed truck driver. It’s true. Sometimes there’s nothing more satisfying than letting loose a string of colorful language that would make (the dearly departed) George Carlin blush.

I’m working on it, especially on the part that I let happen in front of the children. I’m even working on cleaning up my writing, email, and chat communication, because when you read it back it just looks so ugly. I’ve never claimed to be ladylike, exactly, but in text that will exist indefinitely, I want to minimize words that sully my otherwise perfect writing. Ahem.

Having said that, I want to let you all know that there is a delightful conversation going on among the Silicon Valley Moms, who can filthy it up like nobody’s business. You think these women are quick with a turn of phrase? You should see some of the gutter talk in the email thread we’ve got going on. Makes me want to join some kind of big party with them and throw down a few. Here are some posts they shared in the email thread:

Devra
Lynn
Jean
Marsha and Marsha

Don’t get me wrong. We can all clean up and be professional, like over at another of my blogs, the super amazing travel website, Uptake. It’s not just for travel blog posts, kids. You can do all kinds of searching if you are going on trip or even just dreaming of going on a trip. There is also a very informative blog for the travel industry and our head chief travel boss has written some great hotel metasearch reviews. What’s a metasearch? She answers that question for you.

I’m supposed to be working on my taxes right now, which is no fun at all when it is a beautiful day outside. Alas, the clock ticks and my no-kid time runs out as I type. I am doing okay parenting solo while Stewart is in Ohio or Pennsylvania or some other vast expanse of a midwestern state, but the weekend brings fresh hyped-up-toddler-preschooler challenges. Wish me luck.