Thanks for not using the F-Bomb!!

So...this afternoon I decided I had better tackle the growing mountain of laundry sitting on my couch. It's a good thing we don't get many visitors....otherwise I might put them to work folding. I contemplated rocking out to my favorite music while I did my chores but opted for the peace and quiet to gather my thoughts and enjoy the quiet while it lasted. Lucky for me it's a nice day and I decided to open my windows to let the fresh sunshiney air in. This is where I get REALLY lucky.....all of the sudden I hear the F-bomb cut the air like a knife. I'm pretty sure I had NO idea it could be used at least 5 times in the same sentence. So....me being the nosey neighbor run to the window to find out what in the world would be causing this profanity. Apparently the neighbors behind us were in one heck of a fight. The profanities continued for almost a 1/2 hour. So much for my peace and quiet. I felt so bad for the receiver of such language and hoped the children I heard crying in the background wouldn't be scared for life. So.....the point of this whole post is to thank my husband for not using the F-bomb. I am thankful that he is intelligent enough to come up real words during our conversations and thankful that I don't have to endure the piercing sound of the F word in my ears on a daily basis.