My father has always had quite the expressive mouth on him when things broke, or projects he was working on didn’t quite fit together. He has softened in his old age. However, living on two acres, he does all the yard work himself. While over at the house I have often walked outside in response to hearing a loud holler only to find him cursing at the air. This cursing accompanies his digging, weeding, or other yard demands. However, he says that it’s his therapy and he loves to do yard work.
Today I had a day free from work. I thought I would spend a couple of hours cleaning up my dissertation then enjoy a ride down to the post office to send it on its way. Well, two hours turned into all day. All I had to do is clean up simple formatting issues. I just bought new toner for the printer so there was no excuse. Well, everything went wrong. Just stupid things like losing a couple of pertinent images.
I have NO idea how it happened (converting it from microsoft word to open office?). Then, I went to print a portion of it and 25 pages came out all messed up! I removed the toner and shook it, still no deal.
I glanced at the clock then had a tantrum. A horrible tantrum where the only words coming out of my mouth “f%$#, F#@$ing, Fu$%!” There were some G#$ Dammit’s and four letter shizzels and combinations of four letter words that when said together mean worse things then when they are said alone. No one was home. Just me. Still, this tantrum left me unfulfilled.
Fortunately my husband was on IM. I typed expletives so many times that HE didn’t even respond.
After eating up most my day, the dissertation is fine despite the fact I still need to rescan some images. Do I feel bad about the tantrum? No. It actually made me laugh as it reminded me of my dad and his very fowl mouth.
