Cuss-o-meter

I just ran across a blog with a cuss-o-meter on it. It helps readers know what the % of swear words are in the blog and how close the writer is to an f-bomb.
Great idea.
If you ask me.
Random tangents today.
Pitufo keeps telling me I have a baby in my tummy.
And that it is a girl.
I want to tell HIM that weightwatchers is my baby and I am a girl and that there is nothing in my tummy but yummy healthy things at the moment.
But then I would have to explain to Notorious what weightwatchers is. And he would tell others.
This could be good. Or very bad.
Have I ever told you about our philosophy with the word fat in our house?
Only puppies, babies, or inanimate objects can be called that.
Except when it is just him and I.
He has the wild fascination with people and all of our differences. It's great he can speak his mind and verbalize what he feels and sees and perceives.
Seriously makes him the most awesome Christ follower ever. No filters about who he shares with how and when.
But fat is a different story.
I so hope he looks back on photos of me at this time and doesn't remember.
So much shame in being fat.
Need the cuss-o-meter right now for some of you tamer chicas.
So no baby, less tummy. Not even gonna start to explain that to Socratic Pitufo.