Oh Shucks

Have you ever heard someone under 85 use that expression? I don't think I have and I really don't recall ever using that in my life. However that's what came out of my mouth this morning when I slipped on the bridge on the way to work. "Oh Shucks." I then quickly threw in a Spanish curse word to make myself feel better but really? Where did that come from? At least no one was around like the last time I let a "Golly" slip out. I think I may be possessed by a 90 year old woman at times like that. That can only explain the lingo from 1940s and my falling on the bridge this morning. A man on a bicycle gave a very enthusiastic "oh whoa whoa" as I was mid-fall. He kept on going. I then called Joan and woke him up and told him my new boots sans heels still weren't good enough for slippery bridges in the morning-so the hunt continues. I also spilled my coffee this morning once I arrived to the office, I did manage to squeak out a decent "whoops" which I think anyone can say as long as it doesn't have "a daisy" attached. My new obsession with words is growing as I'm teaching new vocabulary to my students and each week they pick up the things I say. I feel responsible for choosing the best words before sending them out into the English Speaking world. So, phrasel verbs have been my life lately.

Tomorrow I am going to Stanstead with Joan for work. We're only on English soil for a few hours and then we're heading back in the evening. I hope to find a couple more books for my Jodi Piccoult collection and get a Mocha Frapp from Starbucks. Ah, simple dreams.