Some of you may have remember that last year, I posted about my T's awful shirt. He normally dresses nicely, in neurtral colors, lots of turtlenecks, blazers, sometimes ties... that type of thing. But one day, last summer, he came out in this awful short-sleeved button down shirt with these yellow boxes on it-- and they looked like cheese cubes.

Well, a year ago I didn't have the "balls" to say anything about it.

Today I was like, "What's up with the cheese cubes?" roflmao. Then later on, he was saying something and I sort of zoned out. I said, "Sorry-- I just can't help but think that I am focusing on the fact that you are wearing appetizers on your shirt. Don't get me wrong-- I love cheese cubes. They are the only reason that I go to weddings."

Well, with that, T completely lost his train of thought. He tried to continue with what he was saying, but ended up just laughing and saying, "Cheese cubes... I can't remember what I was going to say now..."