Oh fudge

Apparently I curse like a truck driver. It's really bad. I know it's really bad when several people have commented to hubs that big guy's first word is going to be the F word. Darn!

So, we originally were going to make a swear jar. That didn't last long. I never carry cash. Next, we came up with other words for curse words. F word is now Fudge. S word is now- Sugar Honey Iced Tea. B word is now Mitch- as in Son of a Mitch.

This is still working, but we needed some incentive. Hubs had the brilliant idea of making every curse word equal to one sit up. The other night, I had to do 5 sit ups. Hubs had to do two. Impressive. I think it's working, at least in my favor b/c for the past three days, hubs is at 12 and I'm at 5. heh heh!