I think I have really, truly conquered my swearing habit.
I know I haven't sworn in a year (well, except for 1 slip up a few months ago), but today I passed the ultimate test of "swearing sobriety"
Wile working on the patio wall, I dropped a cinderblock on my finger. It blew up immediately and is now a lovely shade of purple.
What I wanted to shot was "Bleep. this stupid bleepidy bleeping project! I hate you bleepin cobblestones."
Instead, all I said was "shoot, shoot, shoot" and "oh fudge".
Impressive, hugh? There was even no one around but the dog, so I could have totally cheated and no one would be the wiser.
But I prevailed. I think I can safely play church basketball once more without worrying that I'll drop a "d" or "h" word every time I do something ridiculous.
One flaw down, three thousand more to go.