A little trashy.

PG-13

Remember that 6lb. burrito challenge Wes won?

Yeah, me too. So proud.

Anyways, this story is a great follow-up.

The other night Weston is just finished with the fire season.

We get home from a date he comes out of the room wearing this shirt

Me: Tacos for tatas??  Uhh.....where the heck did that shirt come from?

Him: From my burrito contest!

Me: Why the heck would they put 'tatas' on a burrito contest tee?

Him: Well, they ran out of the burrito challenge shirts & so they gave me this one! Why, what is that?

Me: BOOBS earmuffs

Ya dee yaaa...the story goes on, basically Weston had no idea. 

Oh good ol' Orangeville raising; I love my dear, sweet, innocent husband.

Do not worry. I made sure this shirt will never leave our house. Luckily this was the first time he wore it...

 I hate things like that or those awful breast cancer bracelets that are equally WT. Yuck.

Anyways, I was laughing all night over this.

but it gets better.

Later that night "How am I supposed to know the spanish word for boobs?"

Yes, even after my explanation he thought tatas equals spanish. Oh my goodness. I died a little more.

I apologize to anyone offended, but I seriously need this documented for all family history purposes.

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