I am horrified.
Today, while going through the drive through (Matthew was sleeping in the back seat and B suggested we go. When he suggests fast food, I take him up on it before he takes it back!), I actually thanked the kid who brought our food to the car by saying, “Thanks, dude.” Before I was even finished with those two words, my mind was asking, ‘what did you just say?’ I physically hunkered a bit and instantly turned to B and said, “I just said, ‘dude.’ I am horrified.” I was (and still am) so embarrassed. I told B that the kid probably went in and told his buddies that some thirty-something year old woman just called him, “dude.” I then corrected myself and said, “he probably said some forty-something year old woman.” B’s response? “No, forty-year old women don’t wear baseball caps.”
Does that mean I can’t wear my baseball caps in 4 years?
I am vowing to never call anyone, “dude” again… unless it’s Matthew, of course.