I remember asking my Father what an interjection is. “F***! Tomorrow’s Monday,” was his reply. Not used to hearing my father use profanity, I was startled and then amused. And it certainly stuck in my memory. […]
I remember asking my Father what an interjection is. “F***! Tomorrow’s Monday,” was his reply. Not used to hearing my father use profanity, I was startled and then amused. And it certainly stuck in my memory. […]