My girlfriend’s daughter was asked a simple question that called for a simple answer this evening.
The Question: “What year were you born?”
The Answer: It should have started and ended with the year she was born… Not the year she was born followed by…
Oh, those words. You know, the kind that make you giggle for a moment… until you realize that they are about you too. Ouch. Yes, the 1900’s. I too, was born in the 1900’s. Instead of feeling awful about it, I decided to “REPRESENT” by designing a shirt I will wear with pride! You can get yours here!