Namaste. Well, almost Namaste. Before Namaste came me placing a bet with my little Buddha that I could not go a day without cussing. She bet me a make-up box, a wily bet because I would not get it for her unless I lost aforementioned bet. For the record, none of my close friends (with whom we were spending the week-end) thought I stood a chance. Never mind the lack of faith. I don't have to curse to make my points. I have been meditating for 20 years...surely that will help me win a small bet and prove I can achieve equanimity when there is honor at stake.
I would like to show you a picture of the cuss box...my daughter is awfully proud of it but blogger won't let me upload the photo. Damn it.
For the record, I made it until 10:20 a.m. Also, my husband set me up but that is a Freudian post for another time.