I think my younger brother took the cake though when on his first day of school, he got sent home for calling a girl the official word for a female dog. She hadn't tried to take his cake, but she had tried to take his Shrewsbury biscuit that he had been saving for play lunch apparently.
I always thought I was quite good at keeping the lid on the blue words in my vocabulary until I became a mother.
Never have I wanted to swear so much as I do now. Admittedly it's all in my head or under my breath, so I seem like the crazy person always talking to myself, but on a day-to-day basis there are a lot of reasons to swear.
Triggers that warrant silent swearing and in no particular order are:
Kids: "Mum, where is my shoe?"
Me silently: "I don't know but it's not up my #*&^%# bum".
Me: "Kids what do you want for dinner?"
Kids: "Lasagne"
Spend four hours making lasagne for kids to say: "I hate lasagne".
Me silently: "Are you *%#@* joking me!"
And the best one as you step on a piece of Lego in the middle of the night (but this particular rant is never silent): "Oh my *%#@* god, why do you little *%%##* never pick up your *%#@* toys!!!! "
Actually there you go, at least 100 a day, easy! According to a recent study that is.
- Megan Banks