Bother!

I don't know if it's some sort of nesting instinct or what, but I've noticed that at times when I might otherwise let loose a few "colorful" words -- such as spilling a bunch of water on myself, as just happened a few moments ago -- I've instead been saying things like "Bother!," "Frick!" or other nonsense substitutes for the "colorful" words.

I know "bother" is the favorite curse of a certain bear of very little brain, but I'm just not sure why it's become my explicative of choice, especially since I am apparently more Kanga than Pooh.


Take the 100 Acre Personality Quiz!