The Chief just wrote something over at his place that I can really relate to.

Before I joined up with the U.S. Mutantninjaturtle Club I never swore. I’m one of those smallish female types who felt that when she swore it sounded comical. Hell it still does. It was even worse when I sounded off (once I even set a whole slew of boys into fits of sniggles when I was made platoon sergeant in school) but that’s a story for another time. The point is, I never used crude language and swore that I never would.

Mr. Husband begged to differ and bet me that I would be forever changed.

I didn’t believe him.

Fast forward to several months later. He showed up at my gradumutation and grinned like a fool when every other word out of my mouth began with an ‘f’ or an ’s’. I think ‘friggin’ was in there a lot, too. You know, like the song? Anyway, it didn’t compare to my parents’ reaction.

So for once I’ll admit that Mr Husband was right. I was wrong. He knew better. (He better enjoy this moment.)

The problem is that I am no longer a subscriber to this particular religion and yet I’m still afflicted with its vocabulary. I don’t even realize what I’m saying until the people around me either chuckle (see? it’s still funny) or eyebrow@me. There really does need to be some sort of rehab–a class offered when they give you the TAMP debriefing. They make you sit through that god awful How To Get A Job and Write A Resume class (guh, I had to sit next to this captain who thought she was the shit). They should offer you some sort of diction or speech class to ease the transition. A support group (”Hi, I’m Cpl H and I say ‘fuck’ more often than necessary”), something.

Really, though, this is something that I need to work on. I’ve got a small human living with me and she’s got a mind like a sponge.