I was 43 before I ever used that word. I remember the circumstance as though it were yesterday. I was in the dressing room of a Palais Royal store in Clear Lake, Tx. and I broke a fingernail.
As the word came out of my mouth I was dumbfounded. I looked around to make sure that my mother wasn't going to strike me dead from the grave. I was raised to believe that people who used foul language were not using their brain power or the vocabulary that parents worked so hard to teach us.
Fast forward to last night. I had just written what I thought was a pretty funny blog with photos. It was coming through on Picasa and the whole darn thing disappeared. Gosh I was irritated and I said out loud, "F--- it!" and turned out the light and went to bed.
Whereupon I started laughing at myself for using that word for something so ridiculous. BUT to be honest, it sure felt good.