Occasionally I ask DH to proofread a post before I publish it. If I'm on the fence about something or not sure I'm headed in the right direction, I'll bounce the post off him to get his reaction. When I showed him this post he seemed a little concerned that I had used the S word. I ended up keeping it, because somehow, "steal the stink off poo," just doesn't have the right tone, but I was surprised at his reaction. This from the guy who taught DD her first curse words before her second birthday, when a Seattle city bus side-swiped his car and took out the passenger side mirror.
Now, here's the part of this story that is absolutely priceless--when I told DD that the Yarn Harlot once used the S word in a post, he was all of a sudden totally O.K. with it. Seriously. I was even going to show him when and where she'd dropped the S bomb, only I couldn't remember. I spent an entire morning Googling and combing through her blog to find it, only to come up empty; I guess I was wrong but I swear to you I did see it once (extra points if anybody can prove I was right). I couldn't find the S word in her blog, and the best Google could produce was a vague reference to one of her books, one I did not own. Of course I did what any normal obsessive person does and drove to a bookstore and found the book. There it was, on page 152 of The Secret Life of a Knitter--an S bomb, italicized and in quotes. Stephanie, I ♥ you! And yes, I bought the book.
I'm ending this post with some photos of some of our bookshelves. We really do have a thing for books.