Classy-Assy

One of the great things about moving back to Chicago has been re-connecting with my family. Yesterday we took my mom out to dinner for her birthday, and afterwards went to check out my brother and Kari's new condo. Ethel, my grandma, called it "classy-assy." If I were still back in DC, I doubt I would have the opportunity to hear a ninety-something woman use the term classy-assy.