My filtered mouth

I'm not sure quite when it happened, but along the way I affixed a permanent filter to my mouth. It comes in handy most of the time, but on those rare occasions when I'm seething with irritation I just want to tear it off and let 'em have it-- the "em" is usually a boss, co-worker, relative or most recently ANYONE!

I am sure, had this filter not been affixed to my mouth, I would have most definitely severed many a relationship through the years leaving  the adversary crying in a heap on the floor, in a corner- Just ask my husband, for him- my dear sweet love, there is no filter. Poor boy, I mean man, man-boy.. . .

To my delight, I have found through the years that my fingers have no filter, and no I am not talking about flipping the bird- even that is reserved for my husband- what I am talking about is writing! I can grab a pen,pencil,crayon or in this matter a computer and let it out. It is most satisfying to tell someone your feelings with written communication and for this my friends, the filter is off!

Most recently I have found my mouth filter to really be a bother. My oldest daughter, Abigayle, has followed in the genetic code of me, my mother, my grandmother and so on, with regards to her height- she is  becoming quite the statuesque girl at 5'2" in her 10 years of age, and I have found that as physical features go, height is one that seems to be open for comment by anyone, unlike many and most other physical features.

We will be out and about and run into people we haven't seen for a while and they will say "Holey cow is she ever TALL!!!" And this is where I wish I could tear my mouth filter off.

First, I will point out that being tall is nothing to be ashamed of, it is- as my beautiful grandma always said, something that all the queens and princesses are " tall and smart!" However, when someone points it out, in a tone reserved for comments like HUGE, FAT, UGLY it doesn't come across as a compliment or a mere observation. When I hear this comment, my filtered mouth quivers, about to unleash a turrets like gush of physical attributes that are obvious in the commenter or the commenter's child- but my filtered mouth says "Just like her mom and dad! - after all I am 5'9" and her dad is 6'2."

 But. . . . .if that filter were off, a different rebuttal would emerge:

 "Really?? I hadn't noticed! Good gosh, thanks for pointing that out- hey, you think we should take her to a growth specialist maybe she has elephantiasis of the limbs and they are growing our of control or maybe she is a real-life GIANT??? Unlike your child of course who, by the way has  HUGE man-boobs! And look at the size of those ears- Dumbo himself would be jealous! What a PORTLY little things he/she has turned into!!!!"

But alas, I would never say that. I keep comments like that reserved for myself, in my mind where only I can enjoy them- Thank you to my well fitted filter-