Grimy Window

I have recently discovered the joy of iced tea. It is so amazingly good, and I get a little jolt of caffiene without sugar and without all of the chemicals found in diet drinks.

As I former Mormon, I didn't used to be able to indulge.

Because some guy, nearly 200 years ago, said that we shouldn't drink "hot drinks" because god, peering down from his heavenly perch, who didn't give a rat's ass about all of the poor early mormons dying along the dusty roadside on their way to mormon mecca, did apparently care whether these same poor deluded bastards drank tea or not. And even more insane, somehow, this prohibition against hot drinks does apply to iced tea, but does not apply to hot chocolate.

So back to the original point of my post, I didn't used to drink iced tea. And if my mother saw me drinking it now, even though I am a forty year old adult with a very respectable job, kids, and I am NICE, she would burst into tears and think I have fallen into desperate sin.

Someday I will be brave enough to drink the dreaded sin drink in front of my zealously mormon family.

As I sat at my desk, trying not to think about the absolute fucking mountain of work I have to do, my boss called. She had yet one more thing in mind that maybe, if I have time, I could squeeze in.

“Oh my god!” I said, with pain in my voice.

Now of course, I am going to do the project. I am fairly high level administrator at a college, yet I do as I am told.

But, the point of this post was the giddy pleasure I had as I said “Oh my god.” I know it may seem crazy. It is just that since I was a Mormon for over thirty years, and taking the name of god in vain was a sin practically next to murder. And it feels absolutely and freakishly good to say it (and be normal.)