Wednesday, December 27
Merry Christmas, fo' shizzleConfidential to the very large, very white gentleman in the Christmas sweater (I kid you not):
I'm sure it is in violation of something, (I don't know of what exactly, but, it just is) for you to address someone using the salutation of, "Whut up, Dawg?" without the slightest inflection of irony in your voice.
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Perhaps he is the grandfather of the little white girl in cornrows I saw today at the grocery store today. I wanted to tell her that the look just wasn't working.
I'm terribly afraid that I would burst out laughing because I would be sure that it was a joke.
Speaking of Christmas sweaters, Dillard's are on sale for 1/2 off. I found a very festive one to wear to the Christmas sweater party next year.
Just remember Slart's law of public hip-hop. If you're in traffic and the ground starts shaking, due to some bass heavy ditty about F'n the Police and other obscenities about the hard life in the 'hood - you are assured to be passed by an SUV with Williamson County plates, maybe even with an Ensworth sticker on it.
So funny. Although, it's possible that was my husband.
I don't get it.
That one should carry a hefty fine.
Word!