All occurring tonight while making dinner in our kitchen:
Hubbin’: *singing* Ridin’ dirty, I’m ridin’ dirty….. What does that mean anyway?
SSFB: I don’t know, I’m not from the ghetto.
Hubbin’: Me neither
SSFB: I just kind of operate under the assumption that I’m not riding dirty.
….a few moments later…
I was riping a piece of that “press and seal” saran wrap and needed to carry it with my hands full to the counter. Like any reasonable human being I pressed and sealed it to my chest for easy transport:
SSFB: Look, I press and sealed my boobs
SSFB: Hmm, I’m less than impressed with it’s press-and-seal-ability on this bowl.
Hubbin’: Well you could always just use it as around the house attire if your not impressed with it’s press-and-seal capabilities.