I shall go and curse up a storm at the barn for you, we are Newfoundlanders, we are all sailors and we don’t blush easilySo today is just a rolling dumpster fire. My grammy passed away this morning. As if that was not enough to deal with, as soon as we got to work, my sil and I were told that the boss will be laying off a lot of us. So, yeah. What I wish I could scream is nothing but an ever-lasting stream of profanities that would make a sailor blush and faint. And I cannot even say it here, either! I am moments from just breaking and getting my 15 minutes of fame on the 6 o'clock news.![]()

