I’ll be the first to admit I’m not only extremely inappropriate but am also quite immature.  There’s no questioning that.  But beginning my day every day at 8am sharp with a lecture that pelts me with the words  “tit,” “teats,” and “bitch” at  frequent intervals is quite unsettling.  I’ve never spent much time in rural areas and have never really heard these terms in their correct context so hearing them and writing them down still feels most verboten.  Most lectures leave me clutching my pearls and fanning myself like Aunt Pitty Pat.  I’ve yet to adjust.

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