So what's the deal? Woofreakinhoo?
I remember when I was a kid hanging around the swimming pool. It's what we did in the summer. We'd swim, but more importantly we would eat bags of ketchup chips, watch the jocks jump off the high board, and generally try to look cool as we stretched our bodies across the bleachers.
I remember this kid who loved the F word, well maybe he didn't love it but it peppered his speech so much that he even inserted in between words. Fan--f***ing-tastic. That sort of thing.
Flash forward a few decades and I find myself a bit of a fan of certain words, so much so that I insert them into other words.
Recently, I was thrilled to have a story picked up by a magazine that I always wanted to get into.
My response spawned the name of this blog.
How bomfreakinbastic is that?
Looking back to see how old this blog is - wow, been going for a while. Thanks for reading.