This is a huge pet peeve of mine, so I might as well start the numbering of the title now.
I am weary of people who think they are better than another person. 332 more words
A couple months ago, dear friends, I began noticing a few different things that were bothersome to me. I saw professing believers posting foul language, alcohol, and photos of themselves smoking cigars. 604 more words
Yesterday I dropped two grenades: the F-bomb and a three-letter A-word. My kids were present. They were shocked.
I cuss like twice a year, but after six rounds of college entrance/financial aide bullcrap, my fist exploded into the table seventy times and the curse words erupted. 288 more words