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. Continue reading Only I Didn’t Say Fudge…