I say, "Fuck it!"***
Darn it, Bloglines -- what is the problem lately???
***I recently mentioned that Mack is talking a lot. A lot. The kid isn't even two for another month and he's saying things like, "How ya doin'?," "I'm good," "My nose is bugging me!," "I'm getting grumpy!" and, after a tour of Mom's wildflower garden and an inspection of a prized new specimen from Japan: "Jack's in the pulpit!!"
He's also saying things like, "Gawwd!" and "Dammit!"
His parents, of course, have been watching their tongues very, very carefully, but don't forget that he has two older brothers -- a LOT older and, well, it's an all-or-nothing kind of deal. ; )
Then there's the extended family. It must be a little bit in the blood.
In a conversation with my sister just this morning, she told me that something fell over or fell down the stairs or something and she said, "Oh crap!"
Mack said, "Fuck it."
Annie said, "No, Mack. Remember? We say, 'Darn it'."
Mack said, "I say, 'Fuck it'."