I always made it clear to my family that swearing and vulgar language showed lack of vocabulary. But you'd never know it from my epithets at any construction project.
Not surprisingly, after a "Simpson's" TV episode featured one, the family established a "Swear Jar" where anyone who used a swear word (translation: me) had to contribute twenty-five (U.S.) cents into the jar.
A favorite recollection was when my Mother-in-Law came to where I was ironing, slammed a quarter down on the ironing board, glared at nothing in particular, then said "****".
Locked room for breakables when grandkids stay?
What do you miss from back in the day?


