Watch what you say....

Four days in a row without a headache. I was hoping for a full week with a clear head but no such luck.
This morning I was upstairs getting ready to go out to meet my parents for breakfast and I heard this expressive, "F*CK!" I ran downstairs thinking my husband hurt himself or he had found a tick crawling on his leg.
My husband was in the laundry room tossing his sweaty clothes in the wash after working out when he heard a scream of, "F*CK!" He stopped what he was doing and ran up the stairs thinking I had dropped something or banged into the wall (which I do time to time when I am coming down with a migraine).
We almost collided into each other racing to check on each other.
Neither one of use uttered the expletive.
And we heard it again.
Along with a chuckling noise and a wolf whistle.
It was Louie.
There he was bobbing his head up and down with his eye pinning and mouth clacking.
"F*CK!"
He was quite delighted with himself with his "new word" and even more pleased at how much commotion it caused.
I guess you got to watch what you say in front of the birds. (:-O