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Friday - Rusty's Wise Ex Girlfriend
Jun. 6th, 2008 10:48 am.
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about Mrs. Shepherd, my favorite of all my mother's friends when I was growing up. Like many of my mother's other friends, we knew her from church, but she was like no other lady at our church. A good decade younger than the other women my mother hung out with, Mrs. Shepherd was a tall, big-boned, bleach blond woman with a tattoo on her ankle who swore like a sailor. She said "sh*t" all the time, even at church, much to my mother's chagrin.
"I love that girl to death," my mother said more than once, "But sometimes I want to wash her mouth out with soap." My mother did not approve of swearing in general, especially not at church.
( Blessed are the pure of heart, no matter how foul mouthed they may be. )
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Today on my drive into work, I was thinking about Mrs. Shepherd, my favorite of all my mother's friends when I was growing up. Like many of my mother's other friends, we knew her from church, but she was like no other lady at our church. A good decade younger than the other women my mother hung out with, Mrs. Shepherd was a tall, big-boned, bleach blond woman with a tattoo on her ankle who swore like a sailor. She said "sh*t" all the time, even at church, much to my mother's chagrin.
"I love that girl to death," my mother said more than once, "But sometimes I want to wash her mouth out with soap." My mother did not approve of swearing in general, especially not at church.
( Blessed are the pure of heart, no matter how foul mouthed they may be. )
