Stop f-ing around! So here's the thing. Lately, I find myself using the F-word. It's a word I really haven't used much before. And when it pops out, it surprises me a little. WHO just said that?! Even if I'm alone in say.... the car, I want to push that word back in or just away somewhere. See, it's just the end of the line. Kind of like pinot noir is the end of the line for wine drinkers. Last stop. Exit here. You're officially a sophisticated wine drinker (or a complete potty mouth). I think it started when Nabbalicious and I would email each other outrageous stuff and add WTF at the end. Then sometimes that acronym would slip into my conversation, but only with certain people. And then Maliavale moved to town. And she says it 85 times a day. OK. Maybe 25. But still. You get the idea. So the borders have loosened up a bit and I'm afraid I've caved in to the peer pressure just a little. But I'm going to stop saying it. Starting now. Ready? Go! Disclaimer: I retain the right to still sometimes utter it.