this is why i'm awesome a.k.a. the day i laughed my ass off at myownsef. it's sorta like the day that theLeon 'splained to me that johnny mathis was not a swarthy italian and that other time that he done 'splained that johhny mathis was also not the straight. but also not.
at any rate, theLeon is going through t-shirts like a snot faced two-year-old goes through tissues. it's unreal. so, of course, i head on down to the local thrift shops and pick up a couple of shirts for him to wear to shreds. i need to get him some jeans, too, since he's started duct taping his back pockets, but that's another story.
at any rate, two days ago? he informed me that i had made a teeny blunder. i mean, i'm fairly hip with the kids. i keep it real. but sometimes you get behind on your urban dictionary and you miss one. which is no big deal until your husband comes waltzing in with a smirk and asks you why you bought him a ganja t-shirt.
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