I wouldn’t call myself a nag, perse. I like to think of it as a gentle and thoughtful reminder of things that I deem important. Just ask my husband, he will tell you all about it.
One of my favorite things to gently and thoughtfully remind my dear sweet husband of is his use of colorful language around Audrey. While he doesn’t toss around the f-bomb willy nilly he does let “shit” fly here and there. (Pun intended.)
I, however, have prided myself on my ability to leap up onto my pedestal of piousness in a single bound with a completely spotless use to the English language.
So how is it that Audrey said her first bad word on Sunday?
Right here and right now, I would like to publicly admit to the world, in front of my husband, whom I’m sure is currently smirking, that it was me.