missmaryr

I work at home. Doing so gives me the option of dressing in jeans and and shorts in the summer and putting a robe on over fleece suits in the winter. It also allows me to belch, fart, chew on my fingernails and pick my nose without worrying about anybody seeing me do it. I do have to wait until my older son retreats to his room to sleep, now that he works nights.

I have listened to my sons curse out their video games over and over. I learned some interesting curse words that way. My own education in such is somewhat lacking.


I thought my son was asleep when my (insert your own favorite curse word here) computer froze for the third time in a row. This requires restarting, which takes time. I expressed my opinion of its ancestry and accused it of impossible sexual actions. Then I looked up to see my older son staring at me in his robe, mouth hanging open.

"I've corrupted you!" he squealed happily, before coming over to give me a hug.

I glared at him, but eventually I had to laugh.