The seller says it’s a penguin on this retro sweatshirt, but I was so certain it was a puffin that I called hubby over for his bird’s eye view and opinion.
“Puffin or penguin?” I asked.
“Puffin,” he replied with nary a pause.
“That’s what I said!” I squealed.
“Although…” he began, pontificating on the origin of the word puffin (or was it penguin?) so before my eyes began to glaze over (I have been up all night, you know) I told him to go post his own blog.
It hardly seems fitting for Latin origins of animal species to be beside jokes about female bust lines.
Then again, there’s probably nothing right about joking about female bust lines.
But that shirt asked for it.
