Swearing for Lent

Or, perhaps more accurately, Swearing OFF Swearing for Lent.

I have a potty mouth.

I like "colorful" language, and find most cursing at least situationally tolerable (except for a certain "c" word that I just HATE).  I can appreciate the beauty of a well-timed, appropriate curse word or phrase.  The structure, the delivery, the overall sincerity of it.  And, I have a few go-to favorites (but will spare your sweet ears, dear reader, by not typing them out here).  Suffice it to say that I never had to worry about where the kiddos learned any naughty words.  'Nuff said.

I, fortunately, am at least somewhat selective about where I employ it.  I have yet to scream profanities in church or at work (though that is sorely tempting), but I resort to gutter talk way more than I probably should.  I think I need to scale back, maybe even WAAAAY back.  I do not mind being the old broad who utters the occasionally salty and witty epithet, but I do not want to be the crazy cat lady cursing while she lays in the gutter.  Fine line there, you know?

So, for Lent, I am going to try to stop cursing.  Like, Cold Turkey stop cursing.  I hope the lack of curse-age does not become a profound over abundance of chocolate consume-age.