Love. Sorry. Fuck.

This is Savannah's answer to Eat Love Pray

These are, to me, the three most important words in the English Language--a fact that I discovered after a couple emotionally-charged hours of fighting. Fighting with my daughter, my financial situation, the shooting pain in my ass, Liberty Towing in Layton, Utah (BOYCOTT! VANDALIZE! CURSE!)and my stupid, uncontrollable, vulgar, patronizing mouth that never quite knows when to say when.

After a few hours of tearing out my emotional guts and rearranging them in different ways that might be artistic or at the very least sympathetic, I found myself once again draped across my eldest daughter's bed offering her a Reese's peanut butter cup, a pathetic smile and yet another open-chest display of love and contrition at not being her perfect (or mine) idea of "mother."

She was reading(with dripping disdain that makes me proud) an assigned book: "Eat Pray Love." As I waxed on

and on

and on

repeating platitudes and explanations and declarations that she has most likely heard a million times, ignored almost a million times and would probably rather stab herself in the eye than hear again--I noticed that everything I wanted to say boiled down to these three words: Love. Sorry. Fuck.

That basically sums it up. If we could not speak any other words for the rest of time I think we could survive with just those three. Especially since Fuck is such a versatile word--useful and appropriate for nearly every occasion.

Of course, I blurted out this revelation to her. Savannah immediately looked down at the book in her hand and said, "That's what this should be called. It would be so much better."

And thus, we said goodnite with smiles (somewhat crooked and raw) upon our faces.