Frack Me!

I blame it on the dramatically sudden and remarkably unexpected road closure.

Today while driving my parents to lunch, I let the F-bomb slip. In the FCC-approved language of Battlestar Galactica, I believe the expletive I used was a bitter "Frack me!".

Obviously, the ease with which it escaped my lips indicates that it wasn't the first time the F-bomb has been uttered by me. But I do believe this was the first time my parents were forced to bear witness. They took it graciously, though. I almost immediately issued an embarrassed apology. My mom responded, ever so sweetly, from the backseat with "Oh, honey, that's all right".

I guess no harm was done, but still.... Oops!