Why French Toast?

As a woman from the South, there is always a stigma attached that you must be a lady. Obviously, I missed that because I have the mouth of a sailor. So in an effort to combat my potty mouth and after my husband heard it in a movie, we began saying, "What the french, toast?" around our house instead of our usual "What the f*!%?" After contemplating beginning a blog for a few months, it became quiet apparent to me that this was the appropriate title because I ask this question multiple times daily about a variety of situations. So I have to give my husband credit for the title and hopefully the genius it invokes from me.


Toastingly Yours,