My hubby is a man's man, no doubt. He's tough, and he's serious, and you'd definitely want him on your side when there's trouble.
But lately he's adopted this annoying little habit of cursing like a girl...like a girl named Joy, to be specific.
Remember the sitcom "My Name is Earl"? And the blonde sidekick with the chewing gum and the awful Southern accent? Whenever things were looking really bad, she'd always exclaim, "Oh, snap!", usually drawing out like word "snap" into two or three syllables, like this:
We haven't watched that show since it was cancelled a couple of years ago. Why he's now all of a sudden picking up that catch-phrase, I haven't a clue.
So now when we're out of cat food, what do I hear? "Oh, snap!" When he stubs his toe? "Oh, snap!" When he's just realized he forgot to do something? You got it, I hear, "Oh, snap!"
Coming from my hubby, it sounds so hilarious! I'm not sure whether to be amused or worried. I guess it's better than, "Oh, crap!" or, umm, the alternative.