Over the years leading up to that gift, I had been gently hinting (some may say nagging), Chris about his language. It was nothing for him to drop some colorful language whether he was happy, upset or in pain. And heaven help anyone who had to endure his language during a football game. To say I was surprised about the gift, is an incredible understatement. But there it was, a swearing jar. It came with a cute little tag that read, “I will pay a dollar for every cuss word that I holler (or say or whisper but not think because that’s not fair)!”
I laughed and said, “Looks like we will be going on a really good vacation this year. “
I took Michelle’s flippant comment as a personal challenge. I retorted, “Okay, if I don’t fill up the jar, I will play golf whenever the mood strikes me, and if I fill up the jar, we will go wherever you want to go on a vacation.“
The interesting thing is not where we ended up going for vacation (Disney World), but that when he was trying so hard not to cuss, I missed the real and genuine Chris. The guy that dropped the f-bomb because ceiling fans are hard to install. The same guy who called his golf clubs a dirty name after a bad shot. After we returned from Disney World, I presented him with a gift of my own. A couple of golf outings for him and his buddies and a recent study I had come across. The study was in regards to people who cussed. It stated that people who cuss have a higher intelligence, a stronger ability to manage their own pain and an increase in physical strength. So, while I may not value the over-commercializing our society has done to Valentine’s Day, I do appreciate taking the day to recognize all of the many reasons I fell in love with my husband; even his damn cussing!!!