What do you think happened in this person's life in which he saw this shirt and said, "Yeah! How so very true. I've gotta get that."? Kind of a strange mantra to wear on your chest. It's not clever and witty unless you're a Poor Richard's Almanac fan I suppose, it's not political or saucy, and as far as I know, it's not a double entendre of any kind either.
I think I'm gonna get a tattoo. PeopleCat and I met at McCooligan's again last night and we both decided we want another one (her)/one (me). I saw some cool white ones on some of the ladies at the Feminist Seder and now I'm rather intrigued. Maybe a fiesty little cupcake? I've got to mull it over. I just don't know what I could live with for the rest of my life and not get sick of it. I'm very fickle.