Fudgsicle: In Which Auntie Kimberly Tries to Stop Swearing in Twenty-One Days

Fudgsicle. Sugar cookies. Fudgsicle. Sugar Cookies.

I’m clutching the steering wheel of my car, mentally preparing for a quick trip to the grocery store, with my Inner Coach egging me on.

Fudgsicle. Sugar Cookies.

 (“Say it like you mean it!”)

Fudgsicle!!! Sugar Cookies!!!

 (“Are you a woman or a mouse? I can’t HEAR you!”)

FUDGSICLE!!!!! SUGAR COOKIES!!!! Continue reading