You gotta laugh at yourself sometimes. But I prefer laughing with others. And usually at others. Saturday, Angela snapped this picture and sent it my way. I was eating with my family when I received it (thanks, by the way, Ang). “OK so does this logo on this sign seem weird to you?” she texted. We talk about my haircut because I honestly didn’t look at the picture because I was eating with my family (cannot emphasis that enough). She humored me for a bit, but pressed on (exaggeration), “So did you see anything odd with that sign logo?” I look at it, smirk, but fear that I’ll be chastised for being a pervert, so I use a Brit slang that means something different…