Dropping the F-Bomb

Looks like I am heading back to CT on Tuednesday. Im not sure if it will be the first or the second part of Tuednesday yet but it will definitely be on Tuednesday.

While preparing to leave TN I realized something. I am NOT dropping F-bombs like I am invading Iraq and I am NOT cursing like a sailor (maybe an irate biker but definitley not a sailor). The thing is, the mechanics on the test stand in TN don't curse nearly as much as the mechanics in FL. So, not having been on the test stands in FL for a while, my language has improved dramatically. This is a good thing because it was getting ridiculous. Don't get me wrong. When the time is right, dropping an F-bomb can be really effective AND it just feels good. On the other hand, when you are flying in friendly skies and you accidently drop an F-bomb out of habit...well, sometimes it's not good.

The funny thing is, I am an auditory idiot. You wouldn't think that I would be such a parrot. If anything, I should be resistant to such things. Well, enough introspection. Its time to fucking go.