Potty Mouth

A few weeks back, dear Jeffy got to have the lovely experience of Kidney Stones.

I have already been blessed to experience these awful little devils.

They are horrible I tell you, HORRIBLE!

They make you feel as if some tiny little man has been trapped in your body and is now furiously stabbing you to break his way out.

So as Jeff got to feel this lovely pain, similar to child birth, some choice words began to escape his mouth.

As he groaned in agony at the torture his body was being put through, I could hardly believe my ears.

They were not the usual words one would expect from someone in pain. Not the typical run down of all that is four lettered.

No. Instead, my Jeffy chose the most unusual of naughty words in his arsenal.

The made-up kind.

As I listened closely to the under-his-breath mutterings I heard:

"POOP SMITH!!!"

"STOOGE!!!"

"POOP SNAKE!!!"

It's just shocking, really.

Try not to judge him too harshly.

I'm sure it won't happen again.

But I kind of hope it does. I've never laughed so hard while someone else was in pain in my whole life.

Poop smith? Stooge?

I love my gentle, made-up-swear words husband.

I do.