Because today seems like it's going to be one of those days, I thought I'd just admit here that I bought this magnet just to remind me to watch my mouth at work.
Most unbecomingly, and no matter how hard I try, I'm a total sailor when it comes to my foul language. (Speaking of, how did sailors get tagged with this poor reputation? It's not like Popeye cursed.)
But, this reminder doesn't really help, since I can't see it around the corner from my chair. Which means you can generally hear me blow my top from way down the hall.
Hmmm. Forget the lottery - if I started a curse jar, I'd be millionnaire inside of a week.