yeah I know you did not ask!
Señora and I were together in my pick-em-up truck this chilly morning, running errands. I’m not sure how it got started, but we got into a playful contest trying to out “smart-ass” each other. After a few minutes of this Señora threw her hands in the air towards the headliner of my vehicle mirthfully conceding, “you win, you are king of smart-asses.”
All of which got me to wondering, does that make me the better smart-ass or the worse smart-ass?
Inquiring minds want to know, and me too.