Lithera sent me a True Blood t-shirt that says “It hurts so good” on the chest. But in a mirror, which is the only place I ever notice the text, “good” becomes “bood”. Then my brain transposes the “d” to another “b”, though it doesn’t try to read the rest of the words because they don’t reflect into almost-words. So I essentially think the t-shirt says “It hurts so boob.” And I wear it anyway. :)
Also, the box the t-shirt (and other things) arrived in is the Best Box Ever. The cats have been sleeping in, on, and around it for two months. One could argue this is due to the box’s location beside a radiator, except they were just as eager to sleep in it when the heat wasn’t on. Best. Box. EVER.