I got a fun-loving communiqué from a fun, older gal – a close church friend – with a contact for Cursers Anonymous, a group meant to reign in royally foul mouths, i.e. cuss buckets. It was something of an inside joke regarding my occasionally semi-off-color columns. While she wasn’t one bit serious, it got me frickin’ thinkin’.

The only upside to my cussin’ is the fact I don’t dare commence with it in public. I’d be banned.