There are a lot of surprisingly dirty mouths where I work. Perhaps it's not that surprising: we do live in New York, and we are often under a lot of pressure. We're heading into Deadline Time, so I've noticed a lot more sweary conversations than usual. Some of them even involve me. I don't think I cuss a lot, but I would like to cuss none, so I needed to come up with a plan to curb my occasionally naughty mouthedness. So today I made a swear jar. It used to be a cookie jar, then I ate all the cookies and became a regular ceramic penguin named Bill. Now it's Bill, the cookie-jar-turned-regular-ceramic-penguin-turned-swear-jar. And he's going to be the recipient of coins every time someone swears. Minor words, ones that are legal on television but that you wouldn't say in front of your grandmother, run $.05-$.10 while bigger words, including those starting with S and F, can cost you a whole quarter. I contributed a quarter right away, when Bill's head fell off and I thought I'd broken it. Luckily it's still in tact- Bill's got some swear-monitoring to do!
*Oh how I wish this post were really about fudge.