Ha! Never! We mark our marriage by finished bottles of Sriracha (not the table-sized ones … the big size like restaurants buy). I think we’re on bottle 6 right now (that’s in 2 years and 3 months of marriage).
I suspected that your story had underwent a bit of harmless manipulating of the facts in order to give it more of a “My mom says I can’t play with you anymore” vibe. It was funny.
The thoughts were definitely brewing! I tried 2 other subjects yesterday with 0 inspiration, then I was like “Naw man, Imma write about swearing!” and the thing practically wrote itself. Apparently I am super-passionate about this.