Speaking of lots of foul language, I went to dinner last night with Jish and James and a few people who don't have websites (yes, there are some who still hold out on the whole web thing). Unfortunately, James experienced my less-than-ladylike behavior behind the wheel.

I know, I know. My grandmother was the first to tell me that Ladies Don't Use Bad Language. Mom always just threatened with the bar of soap that would be sure to wash my mouth clean. It started out as a way for the quiet, shy, and bespeckled girl to get noticed by the cool kids in high school. Then it became a habit which has gotten worse and worse with time. I used to be able to keep it confined to people my own age - never in front of adults or children. Now I'm considered an adult, so it's hard to keep from showing off my vocabulary in front of them, and I'm around kids so rarely that it's easy to forget to watch my language when they are present.

Normally I would have waited till I knew James a bit better before letting fly with the language I use every day, but I was chosen to drive last night, as I was the only one willing to drive, with a vehicle large enough everyone else. And when I'm behind the wheel, it's hard to hold back even when Grandma is in the car (gag, muffle, mumble, grrrr).

So, although I've already apologized to James for the verbal abuse he was witness to as I bitched (oops!) out the drivers and pedestrians of San Francisco last night, I'd like to apologize to him again and to also in advance to anyone else who will ever have the opportunity to be in the car with me while I navigate city traffic.