your description of raoul made me think of that terry character on reno911 (the guy on rollerskates).

trucker leeps. snort!

PLEASE ignore all idiots that email you! You have many loving fans that love who you are and don't give a rat's ass about your choice of language. Oops I said ass!

Love your blog, your book and living vicariously through your words.

You rock and cancer sucks the big one!

Aunt Purl, I think you are hilarious and I will send you an email to that effect every day if necessary. Potty mouth! What EVER, as my kid would say.

I LOVE the "potty mouth bits" dammit!! My mom always told me that if you don't have something good to say, don't say it at all. I don't post comments or send email to tell someone I don't like them; I just don't read them anymore. Nasty comments won't change anybody.

You should have asked the guy for a photo of his shoes. He might have been flattered. Oooops, I forgot you're an introvert. If I'd been with you, I would've asked for you because I can be embarassingly extroverted at times.

Wow never been in the top 5 before yey!

Lurve ya, girlfriend -- you AND your trucker lips! I'm grateful for the little bits 'o Laurie you share when you feel like writing. Hope your Jeep feels better soon! And cancer SUCKS, dammit!

I totally remember those shoes!!! I think we must've been in college at the same time. Did you also have a Coca-Cola Logo Rugby shirt? And high-top Reeboks. We were so cool!

I would read all your mean emails but only if I was allowed to respond to them in the way that I am sure they deserve. You could have plausible deniability about the whole thing.

I sure love your cats and your blog.

i wore bucks. were yours white-ish? with red rubber soles? i loved those shoes.

anyway, i read your blog and your book just FOR the potty mouth.

people need to relax.

As Hagrid told Hermione about the MEAN owl posts that she received....just throw them in the fire! Now really, you are hard enough on your own self, don't listen to those @#%$* idjits. You have done so much good for so many people, just think on those GOOD things. And yes, cancer sucks the big one...and do go see the way cool video of Oliver on Frank's blog, it will cheer up ANYONE!!

What a great idea! From now on, when I don't like a book, I'm going to e-mail the author and tell her why I didn't like her book!

No, wait, that would be a waste of my time AND the author's. Instead, if I don't like a book, I'll just take it back to the library and forget about it, like a normal person.

*pphbbbbblt*

Rock on, Crazy Aunt Purl. :)

And the left the keys to the brand new porsche,
WOuld they mind, mmm, well of course not...

Oh. Great. Now *I* have "Parents Just don't Understand" in *my* head.

Oh, I absolutely agree. If I could just get rid of the 80s song lyrics that are taking up precious space in my brain, I could remember what I had for lunch yesterday or if I already wore this shirt this week. And I owned (and loved) bucks!

I can't like your blog because your cats are much cuter than mine. :)

Also? I have the lyrics to "Stacy's Mom" in my head today, because last night, a 20-something bartender told me that I looked just like his pal's mom. When someone reprimanded him, pointing out that you NEVER tell a woman she reminds you of ANYONE'S mother, he stammered, "No, no! It's OK! My friend's mom is really hot!"

Aw Laurie, we will all volunteer to pre-screen your emails. This will allow Raoul more time for your massage. However, as Sarah suggested, they might not be prepared for their personal responses.

I hope you suggested the disgruntled reader pass along her copy to someone that DIDN'T have a stick up her butt. It would be pointless attempting to explain that dredging up the most spectacularly craptastic time of your life, didn't exactly bring out the flowery and ever-positive metaphors of teen magazine articles.

Lisa

"Parents Just Don't Understand" is hilarious (although I will probably like it less now that it's stuck in my head). Thanks.

Remember "Nightmare on My Street?" www.youtube.com/watch?v=1cNLmoYdAFY

I recently proved my cool-ness (or lack therof) at a work function by knowing all the words to "Ice Ice Baby." Beat that.

BTW, I was LMAO at the "potty mouth" comment. Did she (I'm assuming it was a she) also tell you that you were going to "H-E-double-toothpicks?"

Some people. You go, Trucker Lips.

I agree with previous comments, ignore those emails that bother you. I have been reading your blog pretty much from the beginning and I miss the potty mouth. But I can understand not wanting to make your parents think that they raised you wrong or whatever.

Screw Cancer! And screw meanies too!

Hey - I still love 80's music.

And I found myself the other day with the theme song to "Fresh Prince of Bel Air" playing on repeat in my brain. Which, oddly enough, kept my brain quite happy the first 3-4 times. Then it was all down hill, my friend.

And who said you couldn't multitask?? Driving whilst holding your car together and navigating side streets? All while keeping you cool?

Way to go, you!

Yay for potty mouth! :)

Will Smith is big in these parts...the 14-year-old LOVES that song. Along with other potty-mouth rap tunes, but that is by far our favorite.

That and "Baby Got Back." Try getting THAT song out of your head.

I love your book. I love your blog. Who cares what other people think.

'Potty mouth' is half the reason I enjoyed your book! Anyway, how can one knit without cussing occasionally? To your very gentle reader I say, Poopie!

What lovely toes you have, Frankie!

Why oh why are do people feel it's okay to be rude? If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say it at all, or at the very least be tactful and not hurtful.
Regarding the 80's thing, have you ever listened to the 'Stuck in the 80's' podcast? If you grew up in the 80's this is the one for you. Hysterical! Check out their blogs at: http://blogs.tampabay.com/80s/ and http://blogs.tampabay.com/popmusic/
I promise, you'll be hooked in no time.

Who ARE these people?

Tell her to kiss your trucker ass.

If someone doesn't like your potty mouth, they can just look the other way.

You just keep on keepin' in real, Purl! :-)

Hellfire and truckerlips? I could not even begin to explain to co-workers why I was laughing so hard!

Ok look, you have to ignore negative comments in emails. Once someone said something to me that rang so true that I repeat it to myself a lot. "If someone says you are a big pink elephant, does that make you a big pink elephant? No it does not. People can call you or your work all sorts of things but just because someone is saying that doesn't make it true." If you're going to continue writing books you have to get used to the fact that no matter what you do, even if you win a Nobel Prize in Literature, that one third of people will love your writing, one third will hate it and the last third will be completely indifferent and not care at all. You can't please everyone and if you wrote something that pleased someone who doesn't like bad language it would probably be sappy and sentimental, which equals bad writing to people who know what good writing is. I read your book and I found it incredibly wholesome and can't even remember any potty words at all. The person who wrote you may be religious or older, that's all. Different people have different tastes. Don't have someone prescreen your emails so you don't have to hear negative opinions. Learn to ignore them and not base your self worth on what a stranger says about you and you'll grow as a person and as a writer. Don't let negative comments and emails ruin your success.

Anytime you want someone to screen your emails, look me up! Bring umbrella drinks? Check...wait, I'm in MN...you're in California...ok so maybe not, but I can send you umbrellas?

wear red bikini pants? ummmm lets just skip that please....

but screen emails, deleting senseless drivel? I'm it! Pick me! Pick me!

I am old enough to be your Mama's Aunt and to be offended by the potty mouth if I chose to be prissy and fussy and old maid like and what a waste of calories, if you're asking me. You are perfect! You are you. That is why we all read you and hang on to your every made up word. I bow in your general direction daily. Keep on being you. Dammit!

You know what I think about people with sensitive ears? F*@& 'em. :)
I, too, love your trucker lips. And pu-lease, "dammit" isn't even swearing in my eyes.
I am planning an 80s party for this weekend, so I've had 80s songs in my head for the last month. I must confess I love it.

Parents Just Don't Understand - also known as the way to separate Gen X from Gen Y. (actually happened when my boyfriend and his co-worker started singing the song and the 20-something new college hire gave them the blankest.look.ever).

On the screw cancer front, all i have to say is:
WORD!

I don't comment that often, as you have scads of comments, but in response to the anti-potty-mouth information, I wanted to give you an extra nice post. We are all grownups, and if we can't ignore or deal with trivial things that annoy/offend us, well, maybe we should go back to junior high.

And may I just say: Dammit! Now I have that song stuck in my head :)

Don't even worry about what mean things people say... When an email starts like that - just delete it.
I am sure you will have plenty of offers to fill Raoul shoes (maybe they will be bucks too!)...
Love your stuff - don't change. at all.

Thanks for thinking of me Frankie! ;)

Yeah, f*ck 'em if they don't like yer gorgeous trucker lips!

Cancer... oy. Looks like my bro-in-law probably has it in his bladder... :(

Tell me, were you holding the top AND shifting gears in your jeep?

Now THAT is a REAL woman!

If someone doesn't like your potty mouth, they can just look the other way.

You just keep on keepin' it real, Purl! :-)

Laurie, I sent Frank a get-wellness-ism. He is really nice--he wrote right back to me!

When you mentioned the bucks, I thought maybe you were talking about the shoes I wore in high school. They aren't, but then I did the research and found that L.L. Bean STILL sells the Blucher shoe! I may have to get me a pair just for old times sake (and wear them without socks. And wind the laces around so that I don't have to tie them) :)

And the e-mail thing is the reason I am hesitant to spread the word about my own blog...not sure if my thin skin could handle the hate mail...

Please feel free to forward the nasty emails to me. If they think YOU have a potty mouth wait until they hear MINE!

Anyone who doesn't like potty mouth bits is just weird.

I just heard Parents Just Don't Understand on the radio recently. My almost 13 year old daughter was with me so I had her listen to the whole thing WHILE I SANG EVERY LYRIC. I haven't heard that song in years and yet I still remembered every word. She laughed while listening to it and said "That's Will Smith?!" It was quite a moment, lemme tell you...

Laurie, Don't change for anyone. Your loyal readers love you with or without "potty mouth"!

I'm right there with you on the Screw Cancer! It has taken so many people dear to me.

I have been a lurker for franknotes since you referred to him a whiles back. Something to do with him reading a Harry Potter book.............anyway, my heart goes out to him, papa and baby Oliver.........who is all kinds of cute and that hair!!!!

love to the kitties and screw the naysayers.

It could be worse, you could have the lyrics to "I kissed a Girl" stuck in your head. I REALLY can't sing that at work! Oh and most folks can overlook the potty mouth bits if they like someone enough. Personally, I say don't change. I love your quirky (not code for weird) brain vomity writings. Also, if you could drive to Missouri and organize/declutter my little condo that'd be great! I have no willpower like you, but you have inspired me to declutter my books and closets!

Between you and Monday's xkcd.com comic, I'm stuck on Parents Just Don't Understand. However, Amy in StL may have dislodged it.

Aunt Purl - I think your writing is awesome. .... but because you have this sounding board called "blog", you have opened yourself up to all things - positive, negative, and "whatever". Keep on keeping on, but remember - there may be some nuggets in the not-so-friendly e-mails. Red bikini - YES !

Potty mouth??? Cometo MY office and you'll hear potty mouth -- CAP sounds like a Sunday School teacher for pete's sake!

I just love that Frankie's little toesies are black and pink, just like her! So cute ---muuahhhh!

Sometimes I purposely inject some potty mouth onto my blog, just to keep me honest (and remind me not to censor myself too much for the masses). Because the people who can't read the word 'shit' couldn't really handle the real me anyway. And I'd rather have them run away because of the language than because I shared something deep and personal (and possibly too pagan) for them. That kind of rejection is harder to take.

I've read that Dooce prints out rude emails and runs them over with her car. I like that. (Though I'm not popular enough to get rude emails.)

And yes, Cancer Sucks Ass! (There, I over potty mouthed you. Does that make you feel better?)

Well I still love you and your potty mouth and your house o' cats and your wildly fertile/infertile back forty. Not that that is worth much. Still.

I don't usually post comments, but in this instance I think I must. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't let that mean email lady bother you. Your blog (and book) have helped me out immensely. I was stuck in a yucky horribly bad relationship for 5 years mainly because I was too terrified to think of what my life would be like by myself.
Through your blog I've seen that not only could I be ok by myself with my kitties and my knitting, but that I actually preferred that to the crap I was getting from my ex. Your are an inspiration to so many, so please ignore the all the negative nellies out there. :)

As far as the potty mouth goes, I was raised in a family of longshoremen, so I'm sure my potty mouth would beat your potty mouth any day of the week!! ;)

I'm old enough to be your mother and your language doesn't bother me. In fact all of the WORDS you use are in my vocabulary also. I think you are a very creative writer and I enjoy reading your blog. Please don't ever get tired of writing it.

P.S. Love to all the felines.

Seems more likely that one would go to hell for being judgemental, than for using colorful language.

Hooray to the Fresh Prince! (Love Wil Smith very much. He saves the world a lot.)

Hooray to the freedom to write whatever we want, however we want. (Insert expletive!)

Boo to cancer! (Hate cancer very much.)

Forget about those assholes. Swear all you want, sweetie. You rock, your blog is hilarious, and I look forward to all your new entries!!

And, I love the Beastie Boys too!! ;)

Your email whiner should write her own f'in book and get own goddamn blog. I heart your potty-mouthin' rantings. I suspect there's a lot of us who do!

Don't change a thing (other than yer undies as needed and anything else you feel the need to change).

Complaining about "potty mouth bits"...geez, what the hell is the matter with some people? Read it. Don't read it. Whatev. A good dose of "kiss my ass" needs to be sent her way.

Keep cussin'...it burns calories.

"Potty mouth bits"?!? Well, it's a good thing this lady has never met me....I cuss like a sailor. You are who you are, and a lot of us think you are fabulous for it. So, that f#&@ing complainer can stick that in her pipe and smoke it!

So -- were you holding a gun to her head to make her read your blog and book? I sort of doubt it -- you don't need readers that bad! ;-)

This is my first comment EVER, but I have been reading and laughing and crying for years.

But I have to let you know that we are holding Raoul hostage here in Scotland. http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=NR-YN--dA-0
I think you better come and rescue him.

PS - Irn Bru is a soft drink, definitely an acquired taste

Just chiming in with all the supportive comments above...tell the naysayer to f**k off and keep on keeping on...we love your Trucker Lips!

you are hilarious. Why is it that stupid song lyrics stick in our heads and not the important stuff?

You wanted to say "F&@$ CANCER!", didn't you?

Screw that email writer.

my theory about language is this: don't cuss at me and we're cool. Oh, and don't cuss around kids or older-folk unless you know it's okay with them. That's respectfull. But honestly, those who don't like your potty mouth don't have to read your blog or your book. Just as there is freedom to write or say what you want, there is freedome to read what you want and what you don't want to.

I am addicted to this blog! It is good to hear you're not alone.

I emailed you lolcats yesterday. I hope that was OK.

You used bad words in your book? Dammit, I didn't notice. (Offer to teach you bad French words still stands.)

I am thankful that I don't know that song. And that Taz no longer has cancer. Screw cancer indeed.

Best wishes to the Jeep. And to Frank, whom I visited.

Screw emailers who contact YOU when they don't have to get on YOUR website or read YOUR book or do anything other than just forget that they ever even saw anything that was normal DAMMIT! Did that make sense? NO. Dammit.

Anyway, if losing your car hood and your friend dealing with cancer aren't worth a dammit, then DAMMIT.

BTW, Frankie is lovely. But don't tell Soba. Shh. Keep it on the downlow.

You know what's really obscene? CANCER, that's what. And war and AIDS and starvation and genocide. Those are the real obscenities, dammit.

PS. My mom once heard me use a very, very bad Italian word. She demanded to know where I learned it. I had to tell the truth. "From Gramma."

PPS. Bob is still my favorite.

Potty mouth? Some people don't even know for potty mouth.

Did you ever see "The Long Kiss Goodnight" with Geena Davis and Samuel L. Jackson? There's a line where he says, "Hey, when I first met you, you were all 'oh phooey I burnt the darn muffins'. Now you walk into a bar and sailors come running out."

Yeah, it's like that.

Awwww! Multicolor Frankie pawpads! *mwah*!

Laurie, I was driving down the highway one cold winter night when my car's convertible top came unhooked (the cold had shrank the top enough that everything became too stressed) - HO-LEE-HANNAH, I think i lost 10 years off my life at that. Congrats on keeping it together on a CA highway! I was lucky enough to be alone on a small highway at night, so could brake hard and get over immediately without getting hit. :)

And yeah, here's an "UP YOURS!" to cancer!

Oh, and a kid the other day asked me who this rapper guy is who stole Will Smith's name. !!!! He had never known him as anything but a film actor. Hee.

My husband loves to sing the Eels "Dirty Girl" to me.
The lyrics start out with
"I like a girl with a dirty mouth, Someone I can believe"

It's a great song and it is true. People who use the term potty mouth can just F*$# off!

OMG I love you and sorry I started laughing when I got to the hood thingy but alas I too have had that only it was back in 1970 I believe and involved a rather Large car for now a days a pontiac and the hood unlacted and flew up on a fast moving four laner ... to make matters worse ( did manage to get to the side of the road and stop) as I was closing it the hood some of the insulation caught on fire somehow and now I had a car that was on fire lol the police stopped and helped all was saved but boy could I relate and potty mouth started right after my husband ran off with that drunk woman lol LION at heart here breath woman youre loved lol

WTF? She emailed you and insulted you because she was offended by a few words? What a bitch. (oopps! I hope I didnt just offend anyone!) Why did she have to email you and hurt your feelings just because of a few descriptive words?

Geeze, it's just a few words...they only hurt you if you give them meaning. I'm pretty sure that most people have the ability to read around the potty mouth words if they dont care for them. It's not like your book was a primer for learning how to swear like a sailor.

I have to admit to not remembering what part(s) of your book were showcasing your potty mouth. I read the book, I remember most of it, but not the swearing. Probably because swear words are just descriptive colorful language.

I bet the emailer with the sensitive ears' head would explode if she ever watched one of George Carlin's comedy concerts (I miss George. *sobbing*)

I love his Seven Dirty Words You Cant Say On Television. (gonna have to get my concert CD out, I cant remember them all, and need to take a refresher course just in case I'm ever tested on the list)

That person must have been leading an extremely sheltered life if she cant handle a few colorful words. She needs to get out more...and, learn how to swear.

Please do not change on syllable of your style - I love it. Wadawoman to hold on to car parts while driving - you are determined!!

I say onward to mayhem with potty mouth and trucker lips! Woot!

Thanks for the invite to check out Frank's blog. That is the cutest little Oliver I've ever seen. Of course, he'll need his Aunt Purl to teach him potty words. BTW, love your ingenious use of duct tape.

only one word for your email critic: DELETE!!
Really- if one has the time to write such critical emails, couldn't s/he be helping the poor or making up a batch for the soup kitchen, or SOMETHING USEFUL?
okay, off my soapbox.

I remember those shoes!!!! I had a white pair that were impossible to keep clean as well as the tan ones.And the rugby jerseys....aaahhhh 80's stuff....*sigh*..... Since you are an able to vote Californian ( notice I did not type californication...whoops did I just SAY THAT!?) PLEASE tell all your fellow California state voters to vote yes on Prop2. This is a very important bill that will provide more BETTER AND MORE HUMANE CONDITIONS for farm animals like chicken, pigs and baby calves. www.YESonprop2.com.....thank you.. you beautiful animal lovers you!!!!!!

here are george carlin's words: shit, piss, cunt, fuck, cocksucker, motherfucker, and tits.

now, if miss oh-so-prim-and-proper has a problem with MY post, she can kiss my big fat white ass whilst I fart in her general direction!

you rock, CAP! don't change a thing!

I think "bucks" started out as shorthand for "buckskin."

anne marie, I AM SHOCKED!

fuckity fuck fuck.

(oops)

CAP - I hope someday you get to the point where an email from an obviously uptight, judgemental hypocrite gets no more than a slight lift of your left eyebrow and then gets promptly sent to the recycle bin with never to be seen again.

Don't you worry one bit - we love you and she's missing out!

I love your book. I read it cover to cover. I was not the least bit turned off by it. Some people need to quit being so delicate, go get some smelling salts, and have a bit of a rest for their case of the 'vapors'.

Love you and the cats!

I think I may have missed the point, but...what was the seminar about? I'm really curious!

Thank you for your blog today, it made me giggle and I needed that after the day I had. Then again, I didn't have parts of my car flying about, so maybe your day was alittle bit worse than mine. Also to the person that didn't like your book, so sorry. I loved loved loved it. I can't tell you how many people I told to go out and buy it pronto or passed along my copy to. Thank you for your blog, I truly love it!

I'd love a t-shirt that said SCREW CANCER but then I'd probably get in trouble for 'saying' SCREW.

Dana - giving the finger to cancer every day

LOL! That potty-mouth complaint reminds me of the movie Misery. Crazy Anne Wilkes (played by Kathy Bates) is complaining to Paul Sheldon (James Caan) about the swearing in his book.

Annie Wilkes:
It's the swearing, Paul. It has no nobility.

Paul Sheldon: These are slum kids, I was a slum kid. Everybody talks like that.
Annie Wilkes: THEY DO NOT! At the feedstore do I say, "Oh, now Wally, give me a bag of that F-in' pig feed, and a pound of that bitchly cow corn"? At the bank do I say, "Oh, Mrs. Malenger, here is one big bastard of a check, now give me some of your Christ-ing money!"

Of course, Anne is a psychopath, but it cracks me up!
Guess you had to be there!

:)

Isn't that what the delete button is for? If you don't like something, MOVE ON! I just don't understand some people.

BTW I LOVE Frankie!

You bastard.

Now i have that whole song going through my head. Just two lines, that all it took.

Heck, now i have a potty mouth too. Dammit....

HAHAHAHA!!! Gay preppy boy attacked by the LL Bean catalog!!!!!! I love it!!!! (And it hit WAY close to home!!!!)

Heheheh I woke up the other day with the VERY SAME song in my head!!!! Weird.

Even weirder I turned on the TV that morning and Fresh Prince was on.

And yet I had to write my grocery list 3 times because I kept misplacing it.

I swear waaaaaay too much! Good thing I don't have blog...

Laurie, you made me laugh so hard I choked.
And, as someone who's has had her own brush with cancer, I agree, "Cancer sucks, DAMMIT!"

Weird - people who send e-mails like that. Fuck 'em. You can't say it, but I can.

Thanks for pointing me over to Frank's site - that's about the most adorably cute little baby I've seen in a long time.

And Frankie! Such a beauty. I love the one pink pad on her foot - so sweet.

that's one damn good looking cat.

maybe you could just eliminate access to your email? anything someone has to say could be said in this public forum...or you could create a post for random comments. most people use better manners and keep their noseyness in check when writing what many will read. i bet it would eliminate the finger waggers.

i'm curious about those shoes...

I feel your pain about the song stuck in your head. I've had the theme music to Doctor Who rattling around my brain for three days.

I'll second the anti-cancer sentiment. I'll even take it one further: cancer can go fuck itself. I just lost my little brother to leukemia just about a year after losing my grandpa to lung cancer, so I'm pretty done with cancer.

Colorful language begets colorful thoughts, writing, and imagery! Three cheers for all the potty mouths in the land!

You are so very beautiful. I think you are definitely more lovely than Victoria Beckham. When you posted the picture of the two of you, I glanced at it and thought that he must have upgraded! Then I realized it was YOU and you had pasted your face over Victoria's!!! Girl, you so fine and crazy! You go ON with your bad self!

Dear Aunt Purl,
When a person reaches the age of responsibility the right to express oneself colorfuly is automatic.
The misguided sheltered individual that wrote to you complaining and swearing should NEVER watch a woman give birth sans medication to a 8 pound or larger child.
I was 18 when I went to work in an OB unit. I learned my extensive vocabulary there.
Oh and she should not check out my ravelry profile. They asked my favorite cuss word and I was honest. let's just say that if your mild use of cuss words bothered her she'd have a certified complete hissy fit at mine! ; )
Grandma

I thought my Jeep was the only one that did that! I can't even remember how many times I've been driving (manual transmission mind you) one handed while holding onto a window, top part, random flappy thing etc. for fear that it would fly off onto the freeway, causing a major transit tragedy (and that I'd have to go buy a new whatever-the-hell-decided-to-fly-off-this-time).

A good friend of mine, a mid-50ish Southern gal, just entered Hospice for pain management. Screw Cancer indeed!

Duct tape--ain't it great! My best use of duct tape while on a road trip was when my two year old discovered she could climb out of her car seat and into the front seat with Mommy. We were doing 70 on a freeway in upstate New York, and it was pitch black out and pouring rain. NOT the best time to be distracted! Duct tape was the only thing that kept her in her car seat for the rest of the trip.

As for meanie e-mails: fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

I'll never understand why people send mean and rotten emails to bloggers that they don't even know! It just seems so bizarre to me.
One day an eighties song came on the radio and I was amazed that I still remembered every word to this song (the song escapes me right now!) I have a terrible memory now. I guess those were the times that all I was thinking about was how high I could get my bangs and if four coats of black eyeliner was too much.

I remember those shoes. I bought a pair for my eight year old son.

I don't know why people have to be so critical. At least you can delete email. I can't do that with my MIL. Ha!

Ah, bucks. Didn't that take me back? Those were the days.

Potty mouth, lol. I though only 6 years olds used that expression.

Just say fuck y'all to those nasty commenters. Why do they think you'll do? Clean up your next book (yes? when?) just to please them? Do they think they represent all the unspoken views of your readership? As if.

'Be kinder than necessary;
For everyone you meet is
Fighting some kind of battle.'

Thought of your friend Frank when I saw this. I checked out his blog & sent him well wishes. There are lots of well wishes for him from "Crazy Aunt Purl" fans. I hope you have a chance to view them, too.

Ok, so I have small children I stay home with and I spend my moments of frustration saying things like FOoey! and Heffulumps and Woozels!! and Cabbages! nad hwne I am frustrated with my children and feel the need to threaten them within an inch of their lives, I use that MOM threatening voice and then I make weird stuff up to threaten them with like "If you do not stop that right this very instant when we get home I will put you on top of the refrigerator and you won't be able to play with yourself for the rest of the day!" (there is a shelf on top of the fridge that goes up to the ceiling so they KNOW that is totally not going to happen) and so when I say whatever ridiculous thing I make up they will usually stop what they are doing and laugh and tell me how wrong I am and that whatever I just said isn't even possible and then we play a game making up stuff and they stop what they were doing and I feel not so mad and crazy and all is well. SO I am TJ's picking juice in a box sans children for one glorious moment and I see an employee with the most gorgoeous pink and orange hair and I am asking her whay color that is and where whw got it and how to do it because although I have never done more than a few very normal Corporate America approved highlights I have decided I must have pink hair NOW! and the girl looks at me kindly and says that maybe I shouldn't do anything too drastic. and I say "For the first time in my life I don't have to go into work or be presentable to anybody, the only people I see anymore are the other Moms in the park and I don't give a fuck what THEY think anyway, so I want flaming pink orange hair because FINALLY I can." and a woman looking remarkably like my Mom comes over and says "Excuse me! you need to watch you language for the children!" and I glance around and say "Their are NO CHILDREN!" (or I wouldn't have said it) and she says "Oh, well I'm offended!" and I said "Well then your old enough to get the fuck over it then." I have no idea when I became so fiesty but I kinda like it. ;-)

Okay, I must add that my favorite cuss word of all time is one that I learned in the costume shop at college ( and indeed, we did make sailor's blush).....it is "mongolianclusterfuck". And, if one has ever witnessed a 20 car pile up on the freeway in an ice storm, it will come to your mind! ;)

Really? YOUR book? Potty mouthed? Puh-LEASE!!
That person needs to hang out with me at finals time. My Grandad owned a saloon that catered to sailors and I know ALL the good swear words!

Frankie is beautiful and sorry about your friend Frank.

F$%# CANCER!!!!

I heart your potty mouth!