My dad will shake his head and fake scold us if he catches us really swearing. But I don't think he really cares, so much as being a little befuddled at his girls getting all raunchy. I've never noticed if he reacts the same way to my brother, though I suspect not.

Hee, vw!

When I was a kid, swearing was a punishable offense, so both my brother and I were careful around both my parents. I remember the first time I said "fuck" in front of my mom I thought she was gonna explode. I was 25. My dad hardly ever swore. If he did, boy howdy did we know to be somewhere else because he was reallly mad. My mom didn't start swearing until after he passed away. Now I have to caution her about her language in front of the kids. Which is way funny considering the above.

I try not to swear in front of the kids because I don't trust the 9 y.o. not to use his new found vocabulary at school. When I'm alone I swear at people all the time because they are driving like jerks - like the guy this morning who stopped in the middle of the lane to make a U turn across double yellow lines.

Will this day ever end? It's not even 3 yet here and I wanna go home and take a nap.

The only bad words I use in front of the parents are shit, bitch, ass. I've never dropped an F bomb on them but frequently drop it in their absence. It's weird to be 35 and unable to use "fuck" in front of mommy and daddy.

I have 40 minutes left and I rillyrilly hope the electricity is back on when I get home.

It's weird to be 35 and unable to use "fuck" in front of mommy and daddy.

Really? I think that's pretty normal. Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity. I don't swear in front of anyone of that age unless I know them and know it wouldn't make them uncomfortable. One of the managers here is 25 but is not comfortable with swearing and I wouldn't say fuck or shit in front of her either.

I remember the one time my mom used the word "fuck" around me. I was about 5 and she was trying to put those rubber, over-the-shoe, galoshes on my feet.

I try not to use "fuck" around my parents but sometimes it slips out and I apologize. But they don't really seem to care.

Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity.

Heehee. My mom is 53 and dad is 54.

You're right, though. It's a respect issue and I do watch my language depending on the situation/people.

I know my parents swear - the reason I don't around them isn't their age. It's our relationship.

This pinged me too. If I were a single Australian woman, I would totally date you.

Hee. Maybe I should change the title to "Tested on Americans".

Now I'm imagining crawling in here one Sunday morning and saying "Phew! I got totally dated last night!"

But perhaps you may want to include this picture....

Perhaps, except I'm hoping to date within my own species, and I'm planning to leave that unambiguous. But thank you for the offer.

One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced it.

BT, I would date you for the snark and because you told me what iguana style was, without asking if I was "into that". That makes you the best net date ever! And, Aussies sound hot. But, maybe not always to you, not being all Exotic. And, you have an ex-wife, and yet are not all "Bitch! Die." Which makes you...probably too healthy to date me, but I would consider it a big good sign, mostly.

Hee. I've decided I'm going to replace my entire profile with "The Buffistas support me in email."

And it's really, REALLY hard not to swear in front of the classroom. I catch myself all the time

"What the he-- heck are you doing?"

"Ouch, da- dang it!"

"Sunuva -- gun."

Now I'm curious to know how you edit "Shut your fucking face, unclefucker".

I have a distinct memory of the first time I ever heard the word "fuck". It was my dad who had said it.

Driving from Cleveland to Florida for a family vacation, we left my mother at a rest stop near Lexington, KY. Now, it was pretty much her fault. We had left at about mid-night so us kids would sleep through a lot of the trip. Big ol' Dodge Sports Van, mom was asleep in the back on an air mattress, snuggled down amongst the luggage. Dad stopped, he and my brothers got out to use the facilitiess. Mom woke up, decided she should go too. Did. Not. Say. A. Word. When she got out of the van. She figured one woman can do faster what three guys can do in two stalls. She did not count on urinals.

She walked out of the ladies room in time to see the family van drive off. Guy in a Gremlin who'd stopped about the same time had locked himself out of his car. By the time Mom worked up the nerve to ask a trucker to try hailing Dad on the CB, he was out of range. Trucker decided best thing for him to do was take her to the Highway Patrol station at the next exit. He kindly allowed my animal-loving (not in a naughty way) mother to ride in the back with the horses.

About an hour later, Dad stopped for breakfast, and sent my older sister to the back of the van to wake Mom. "She's not here," Mindy said.

Dad was bemused to say the least. He got up and went to the back himself, and even looked out the back windows just in case, one supposes, that Mom might be running along behind. Much dismayed, Dad taught me a new word.

When we returned to the rest stop, the Locked Out Guy told Dad where Mom had gone, and Dad returned the favor by using a wire coat hanger to open his car door.

Um...

Did I have a point?

Oh yes, I'm too busy working on sorting stuff for the moving sale to be here.