Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Means: "You're doing a really good job." Or so I'm told. It's vastly preferable to some of the other linguistic turns my offspring has lately been emitting. You simply cannot curse in front of children. Not even oh-so-softly under your breath. Drat, fiddlesticks, and sugar.
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