In the first hour of the first day, I dropped three F-bombs.
Whoopsies.
I attempted to keep a tally of these swears and decided I would donate $0.25 for every swear to a charity to be determined.
This was far more difficult than I anticipated.
*seriously relative to the number of words I speak...this is just fact, plain and simple.
However, I ran into one issue that broke down into a few layers: the weekend.
The layers are as follows
1) My drinking habits
2) My affinity for playing sports with old ladies
As far as #1 goes, it's fairly obvious. I like the sauce. And as I drink more, I get more animated and excited in conversation and to prove a point or make a story have more umph there's gotta be a bit of profanity. And keeping track is out the window after bud light #4.
This past Sunday was a doozy. In our indoor league we play two, 24 minute halves. I let in 7 goals in the 1st half. 8 goals overall. You bet your tuckus that I threw out a swear every single time the ball rolled past me into the goal...and a few other choice times when there were some close calls.
So I'm doing my best, right? Wrong. I gave up cheese for cripes sake! Maybe I can buckle down, but to be perfectly honest, February might be a wash. I'm not made of money, and this isn't the month where I give up the sauce...so I might have already lost track.
If you have any ideas of something drastic I can give up for the end of the month, or tips to get my act together..please let me know.
Comments are encouraged.
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