Oh, bums!

Behind me at work sits a senior manager. Very smart, very knowledgeable and a nice person to boot. But what I like most about her is her random utterings. On the phone last week she suddenly declared 'oh poo!'. Today as she dropped something on the floor she exclaimed 'oh, bums!'. It had me in stitches. Then I got back to pretending to work.

My exclamations tend to be a bit more expletive. Son-of-a-bitch is especially enjoyable. I also like 'fucking fuck' and the classic 'god damn it'. A less sweary one is 'jackass', it's very phonetically satisfying and is given added oomph when preceded by 'fucking'. And apparently swearing increases your tolerance of pain and reduces stress, so I'm just looking after my fucking health, jackass.

Segwaying seamlessly from bums to breasts (I have a breast theme going on this week), I saw a woman yesterday who at first glance looked like, instead of the normal two, she had a single giant breast. A superboob, if you will. Turns out she had a baby strapped to her chest under a large overcoat. Two questions strike me. Why wear an overcoat on the first warm day of spring and, more importantly, how did that baby breathe through her massive bosom? I imagine he/she used a straw in a periscope-like fashion. Smart kid.