Thursday, July 24, 2014

In Which Profanity Abounds (Cussing My Heart Out)

According to my pedometer app, I took 5,749 steps in my walk today. And let me tell you something- every fucking one of those steps was goddam agony.
Some days it's like this. Not sure why. Probably a combination of things. The temperature, the humidity, the level of pain I start out at, the amount of sleep I got, what I ate yesterday. Who knows?
Not me and that's for fuck's sure.

Why am I cursing so much today? I don't know. I had the loopiest dream I've probably ever had in my life last night and in it I sure was cursing. Men kept pissing me off and I screamed every obscenity in the world at them. It made me feel powerful.
By the way, my husband was not one of the men for which I am exceptionally grateful because the dream was already so crazy that I don't think I'll forget it if I live to a thousand.
Motherfuck of a dream.

So I stopped at the Post Office on my way home from my walk, as I always do. I had ordered a pair of overalls from EBay on Monday night and my box had a package slip in it which I had to present to the post mistress. There was a woman ahead of me, already being dealt with and I became one of those people. I was hot and stinking up the joint with my sweaty body and I just wanted to get my damn overalls and get home but the business this woman was attending to took forever. She was "returning to sender" and somehow, there were about fifteen forms to be filled out and then the post mistress had to put all the correct labels in the correct places on the package and then payment had to be made and I thought I was going to scream.
I didn't, but I probably sighed heavily more than once.
Got home, opened the package and I'd ordered a size Medium and by god, they must have been talking about a SNAKE size Medium or maybe they're a girl's size Medium but there ain't no way those overalls are going to fit my body.

At least I didn't pay much for the damn things.

Okay. I just tried them on. They are quite comfy if I don't button the top side buttons. I could start a fashion trend in Asheville, perhaps. Old Navy fucking overalls with the top side buttons undone. Maybe I'll just wear 'em with a thong and a lacy red bra. That's a good look for a sixty-year old granny, right? Anyone looks at me funny and I'll just say, "What the fuck you looking at, Motherfucker?" Maybe I'll get my head shaved while I'm at it. Maybe I'll get some tattoos. On my shaved head.
Maybe I'll get a tattoo of Keith Richards on one bicep and the Virgin of Guadalupe on the other.

And a big tattoo of Elvis on my back. Not Elvis Presley, Elvis The Rooster.

Whoa! Check that shit out!

That might just change my motherfucking image. You think?

All right. I better pop some Ibuprofen and get to the store because my grandsons are spending the night and I have to pick up some chicken nuggets and tater tots. And bacon because they might want pancakes and bacon for breakfast. Because I'm a grandmother! And grandmothers do shit like that.
You got a motherfucking problem with that?



Love...Ms. Moon

P.S. I do not curse around my grandsons. I swear. No, wait, I don't swear, I mean, I don't curse or swear or use profanity in their presence. Because I am a goddam southern lady of a grandmother. Of course.


  1. I dig the rooster tattoo. That fucker is a doozy. Sorry about the damn overalls. That shit is disappointing. I had the same thing happen with a black sequin tuxedo jacket--ordered a damn Large and got a goddamn Extra Small? What the hell? See this bitch can curse too. But you know that. I loved your post, but I love you MAS.


  2. Oh Mama, I love you. Let's get Elvis tattoos in Ashevegas! Fuck yes please!


  3. If you do all that, you will be the coolest granny, yes,I always order overalls big size, the only problem is that they really are baggy and I love them baggy ! they are easy to roll up in this extreme heat we have here in Denmark right now, so my baggy overalls are now shortalls :)

  4. Thanks for adding some light and laughter to my day,Mary. This truly made me laugh out loud. And I needed it. Shine on you crazy, delightful woman!

  5. I love you with all my heart!
    Fuckin' eh, Mary Moon!
    Fuckin' eh.

  6. I highly approve of cursing. And this post. And I REALLY what you to wear the overalls and say the what the fuck motherfucker thing. Really. I laughed so hard.

  7. I like how you never hold your emotions in! Ha Ha :)

  8. OMG, I haven't read your blog for 2 or 3 days. So glad I am back.
    Yeah, rooster tatoos. Chicken tatoos. I like it. The bra and the overalls, like that too.

    As for the swearing, Goddam it, I tired not to swear around my kids. It was fucking hard. I wasn't always great at it. But they knew I was trying.

  9. Maybe you weren't meaning to be funny in this post and if so I'm sorry because good lord I laughed. Love the googled tats especially the rooster. Now THAT is commitment.

  10. i love you mary moon,

    now go rock those unbuttoned overhalls


  11. I have no mothereffing problem with any of that!

  12. LOL. Sometimes you just have to get it out of your system. (And by YOU I mean all of us.)

    I actually like that rooster tattoo in an abstract way. No way I would ever want it on my body, though.

  13. Okay, I have to say it--I am not a fan of tattoos. They look like large bruises or some kind of fungus growing on an arm or leg from a distance. And they are so commonplace. Every freakin' person has one. So I think that you will be just fine with your natural body. And those overalls with the buttons undone.


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