Tonight as I was unpacking, my girl Lindsay asked me if I needed a break.
Me: Maybe, what do you have in mind?
Her: ...ugly sweater party...
Me: Do you have an extra sweater
Her: As a matter of fact, I do.
Any chance to wear a costume.
And so it begins.
We get to the party.
Maybe it was the tan and brown and red sweater. Maybe it was the music.
But they had a catwalk.
And sometimes when you're wearing an awesome sweater
you just have to strut your stuff.
There's just something about the braggadocio, you know?
Sometimes it's fun to be the catwalk lady in the sweater
dancing to Gangnam Style and wearing lipstick.