Samsmom: Life, Joy, Loss and Loving your Mitochondria

As I have been called upon to deliver the Phews to multiple events, my character has come into question.

Apparently, I drive too fast.

I’ll take this. I’ll hand it back with the fact that everyone else drives too slow. Not you. You, dear reader are a great driver.

But yes, everyone else drives way too slow.

And then there is the question around my language.

I guess I say the F-word.

A lot

There was a vote among the family……Who says the F-word most often?

And I won, or lost. Apparently among all of the adults in the family, I say the f-word most often.

“What the F$ck?” I said to the Phews.

No really, I didn’t say that…..but I really wanted to.

Instead I said, “Well goodness gracious, that’s a shocker. Whatever could have come to that decision my little muffins?”

Okay, I didn’t say that either…..but somewhere between the two came the truth…..

“Really? I say it more than anyone else?”

“Yes.” Said all the Phews.

“No kidding?”

“No kidding.”

And I had two thoughts. One thought was that I needed to curb my vocabulary among the Phews.

Second thought? Fuck it. When I think of how I want to be remembered…..the creative use of the F-word may not be a terrible way to be memorialized.

And yes, everyone else drives way too slow.