ugly is relative.

christmas is technically over, although over here we like to marathon it out and have it last until the 28th or so. which is swell if you have the necessary stamina needed to keep up with the hooligans i share DNA with. and if you don’t, then you should just be comfy with the concept of hangovers and sleep deprivation.

“it’s not gonna be christmas until someone projectile vomits.”

was said to me.

but i’ll save that memory lane, and all associated photographs, for another time.

hold your breath.

on a similarly festive note: this time of year, every year, people like to create events as an excuse to make you wear ugly things. like sweaters. this keeps happening (as late as yesterday) more than i can understand this season. i only went to one.

[chris, if you stumble back upon this you will notice that i kept my word. i told you i just might post a lil’ somethin’ somethin’ on this topic . . . but i would really prefer it if I had exhibit A++ to go along with it . . . it’s not too late; you can still shoot it over in a text, email, snail mail, telegram – singing, preferably – or any other means you like.]

because it’s funny?

because it’s funny.

and because it’s the only time you can accidentally wear something that you otherwise maybe thought was cute (or didn’t) and get away with it because it’s just par for the course.

assuming everyone else around you is also rockin’ the ugly.

whilst in chicago, we found ourselves in a particularly special mix of ugly sweaters. and vests. and other assorted holiday inspired garments that really should have been left on the production line.

which made me think that somewhere, probably more frequently than not, people purchase these things and they mean it.

like for reals mean it.

like these people:

she is holding what looks to be a goat.

wearing a santa hat.

which is amazing.

this could be funny for days.

but apparently, funny didn’t last too long . . .

it’s probably because they took away her goat.

. . .

here’s hoping your holidays included all things wonderful. and wonderfully funny. and not an ounce of things that would make you sad. like her.