So, I have just recently come to realize how big of a perv I am. I always knew I was a little bit freaky, but I think I finally crossed the line Saturday night. ^.^
On a separate note, I traded shirts with a random customer from work. It was my favorite shirt too. It was bright orange, had "I'm not easy" written on it, and had a picture of Eazy-E on it. This guy comes in and is all like, "that is the greatest shirt ever", "can I buy it from you?". Apparently he was headed to a pool party and thought it would be perfect to wear. I told him that I can't really sell it since I only had a tank top under it and wasn't allowed to work in it. So after a while of bargaining, he took off his Fox jersey, which apparently was his favorite shirt before the trade, and I traded him. My husband was kind of pissed. He thought I did it because the guy was hot, but whatever. Now I have to wear this shirt like every other day. I even slept in it. It smells really good, so it makes me sad to have to wash it. I wonder what kind of laundry soap/cologne he uses.