I’m on IT, baby! Being wordy is what I do! 😀
I always seem to get stuck behind this car every day while I’m waiting for Jazz to get out of school:
Now I ask you, what sort of MOM puts that on her big-ass SUV?
I’m seriously curious.
And I was seriously nervous about taking this picture because I was afraid she might see me taking a picture and jump out to kick my ass.
Like I would LET her. *snort*
I wonder how her children feel being compared to asses?
And if I were to apply this to my family? (Which I never would – my family are NOT asses, thank-you-very-much), it would go a little something like this:
Smart-ass – Kevin (because he’s, well, smart).
Dumb-ass – Me. Totally.
Wise-ass – Dude. (He has that part down pat, actually).
Kiss-ass – Jazz (is actually REALLY good at brown-nosing me).
And now, I’m done. I do believe this is the first (and hopefully last) time I’ve used the word ass so many times in one post.
I feel dirty now.