This is my husband’s expression when something slips out of my mouth that he isn’t accustomed to hearing from me.
It was my expression (without the beard) when I watched an uncensored bloopers reel yesterday, featuring popular shows of the 60s. These were family shows that exposed nary a cuss word. The bloopers, from some of my favorite shows, stunned me to my toes when the actors let loose with frustration and had to have another cut. Not that the words stunned me as an adult, but back then I was a little kid. Of course, I didn’t know what those words meant anyway. I still wanted to hold my hands over my younger self’s ears and hide the harshness of the world from…well…me.
As I get older…and older…sigh… Um, what was I saying? Oh, yes, as I get older, fewer things shock me. I get more lax about my own behavior, since I’m seldom around children. But I have decided to censor my own words and actions a little better as I consider whom it might affect.