How about we take a break from pregnancy drama and go over the ugly Christmas sweater party we went to last week?
Ugly Christmas sweater parties are so trendy these days. There were like 5000 people there. Go ahead – count ’em.
It was also basically impossible to find ugly Christmas sweaters at places like thrift stores where you would expect to find them and want to find them. You know, so as to avoid spending $50 at UglyChristmasSweater.com. At least Jason couldn’t find one to save his life. I somehow lucked into this bad boy.
What you can’t see in this picture (because my keg cup is covering it up) is the white dog sitting in front of the fireplace. The one with actual fur. So much fur, in fact, that you can barely tell it’s a dog. Most people thought it was the traditional white fur Christmas rug…?
What you probably can see in this picture is that fact that I desperately need to dye my hair and, you know, consider putting on some makeup before posing next to Kelsea.
Boy do I miss gossiping before yoga class and racing alongside this girl! And the feeling is mutual. It might have been the eggnog martinis talking, but Kelsea even told me so. We strategized over how I might be able to commute 45 minutes (each way) for a 90 minute yoga class with a baby. And I promised to run with her as long as she promised not to care how slow I was.
I’m kind of afraid of how slow I’m going to be with a stroller, an extra XX pounds and after nearly a year off. But then I figure…
I’m pretty sure whoever designed this poster was thinking specifically of me.