We went to a parade today,

I’m writing this on our way back from it. It was a lot of fun, Abby loves parades, and so does Roby, and so do I. But mostly because those two love them so much. Particularly the bands and the horses, of which there were not enough. Now we’re driving home listening to Paul Simon and Roby’s dancing.

At the beginning of the parade we sat next to a group that made me uncomfortable. On elf them was wearing a trump hat, they swore a lot. There was a young girl, a teenager of some stripe, who would just harp on their swearing, adding various other s**** and f**** to much amusement and laughter. She was old enough to have a beau she’d lean against, old enough to swear, and young enough to be carrying stuffed animal. It was not something I enjoyed to see, so we moved.

I swear too much, more than I’d like, that’s for sure. In the past month I’ve been exposed to a few people who swear a lot. Some of them I knew, and some of them were strangers, all of them made me uncomfortable and reminded me that swearing looks incredibly lame from the outside.

We’ve already decided to quit it, but it’s always nice to have a little reminder.