I wouldn't say it never happens, but it is rare that I swear out loud. I like to save my four-letter word tirades for very special occasions. For example, when the Penguins are eliminated from the playoffs or when I manage to open a car door straight into my face.
I totally dropped about six swears the other day. I walked out our back door, started to cross the driveway, and let loose. This thing is why:
That's a kitten. A friendly kitten. A kitten that is maybe three or four months old. A kitten that is SUPER skinny and most likely homeless.
ALL OF THE CURSE WORDS.
To make it even better, the kitten was walking between the legs of Alexis and her neighborhood friends. It braved their screaming and yelling and general craziness so that it could say "hi" and HOOBOY. Have you met my child? She has never met an animal she didn't want to keep.
Case in point: She met a pet bunny a several months ago. She has asked for her own pet bunny on a weekly basis ever since. (The answer is NOOOOOO.)
Alexis started in on me the very second she saw me. "Mom! A kitten! Can we keep it!"
Real talk: if the whole thing had happened before we adopted Kiara, there would be no Kiara in our house. I would have agreed pretty quickly. Now, though? We have three cats. That's exactly one cat away from crazy levels, and I can't cross that line. NO. NO. NO.
I told Alexis that it wouldn't be happening. She made a pouty face at me and went back to playing.
And then the husband walked out of the house.
You know that thing where Alexis has never met an animal she didn't want to keep? That thing is hereditary and she didn't get it from me.
ALL OF THE CURSE WORDS.
A few days later, there is not a new kitten in my house. I am steadfast on the NOOOOOOO. There is, however, a kitty homeless shelter set up in our backyard, complete with a restaurant, bed, and every little thing that a homeless kitty could ever wish to have.
ALL OF THE CURSE WORDS.
(Anybody know where he came from? Or want a kitten?)