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Given how much I enjoy the merriment of costume-wearing on Halloween, I tend to embrace just about any other time of year that lets me get away with wearing something a little ridiculous. The tacky Christmas sweater party is my shiz, folks.
And guess who won the grand prize this year? Moi, of course. Wearing this little number on my head:
I was basically a Christmas Rick James… and wearing a sweater vest with kittens in gift boxes on it.
Sorry, no photos of me to show you (UPDATE: I forgot my friend Lindsey took one of me when I arrived – here you go!).
Take my word for it – it was the king of awful sweaters. A ton of photos were taken at the party, but they mostly involved this little trio:
My friends are procreating. Like, non-stop. It’s kind of weird to see their faces on other human beings.
And if you have an expanding family too, I wish you a very merry holiday!