Photo Credit: My BFF Nikki
It sure is.
How I roll.
Humor and a bit of profanity.
You guys have me pegged for sure.
Laughter has kept me sane in my darkest hours. As for the Truck Driver potty mouth bit... you know... a really well timed, diligently executed, and precisely placed "For F*ck Sakes" muttered upon exhalation while my eye balls roll to the back of my head spotting cerebral grey matter... or a well timed "No Shit" after stating that starvation as a mode of death was described as "miserable" when talking about Type 1's dying prior to 1921...or could it have been
when I stated that "No wonder we are f*cking crazy" after I discussed what a day-in-the-life was like pumping insulin...well the profanity is kept to a minimum but placed where it literally crosses my subconsciousness to my consciousness in living my day-in-the-life with the endogenous insulin deficient Joe, his verbally liberal sister Bridget, and the "back-up pancreas"who also happens to be my husband, Dave.
So...
In following Meri's, Wendy's, Kerri's, and George's leads...and yes I am a bit tardy for the party...
Thank You!!!!