Do This, Not That at Neuschwanstein Castle

I once got so lost in Taiwan that I ended up wandering the streets for hours in the middle of the night ugly-crying my eyes out begging everyone I saw to speak English. I got kicked out of three cabs that night. On that same trip I ate lunch at a restaurant lit with the glow from urinals being used as lamps, had toilets for seats, and served poop-shaped chocolate ice cream. Clearly my life is a fairy tale, so it’s no surprise I have a fascination with all things magical. Talking animals, creepy old witches living in cottages in the woods, enchanted forests, and of course castles, the one thing in this list that actually exists (that we know of – dun dun dun!). I live in the United States of America, a most un-magical place, so it’s not every day that I get to explore a real-life medieval castle. However, I was lucky enough in 2014 to visit two, one of them being the queen mother of all fairytale castles. 

Only I Didn’t Say Fudge…

I said the word. The big one. The queen mother of dirty words. The F-dash-dash-dash word.

But…what else is new?

No, I didn’t knock the tire bolts (?) out into the snow mid tire-change – that’s not the only time the word FUDGE is appropriate. For those who think I’m actually out there changing my own tires (thank you AAA), I’m actually referencing a classic scene from one of the funniest Christmas movies out there, 1983’s A Christmas Story. I, too, remember being a young’un and the fear that accompanied that word. And also the taste of bar soap. Now, ehh, it’s just another word I try not to use too often at work and one that’s mostly directed towards Boston drivers (You don’t stop on the rotary!) and slow internet connections.