One day when I was about 8 or 9 years old, I remember dropping the f-bomb and your grandma caught me. I never was very good at being aware of my surroundings. It didn’t help that your grandma seemed to have eyes and ears everywhere. She had incredible radar. Going back to the f-bomb, let’s just say she was not the least bit happy. When mother (or grandmother) is not happy, no one is. As punishment, she washed my mouth out with liquid soap and a toothbrush. To this day, I remember as I was crying I was also blowing bubbles.

It is another one of those times where it is too bad there was no video footage. It was traumatic at the time, but now I cannot think about it without being induced to a giggle fit. The Giggle Fits – band name? BAND NAME! (Sidebar: Your aunt is cracking u...

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