What Not To Do At A Blogging Conference

An addendum to my last post:

Despite trying to be on my very best behavior at Bloggy Boot Camp I found myself unable to resist one temptation. No matter how many times I said to myself, "Do NOT do it. Again. Remember you're talking to nice, upstanding women." It kept slipping out.

The F-Bomb.

I'm not kidding, people.

It tumbled out of my mouth at least once in every conversation. Didn't matter who I was talking to. Or what situation. Or what I was talking about. In fact, the more inappropriate the situation or topic, the more likely it was to show it's ugly face. It was like funeral giggles.

The irony is that I'm not really a big potty mouth in regular life. Don't get me wrong, someone cuts me off and I can paint a picture with obscenities that would do Da Vinci proud. But I am aware that there is a little pitcher with VERY big ears in my presence almost constantly, so I do try to watch what I say. If my daughter drops the f-bomb at the gym daycare, or, gah, with her grandparents, I would be mortified.

But in all adult company, it's like the floodgates were opened and the fucks just came pouring out.

So my apologies to any of the nice ladies who might have been offended. I'm claiming temporary Tourette's.