So, remember how I asked you about a sweater?
Turns out not many of you like it much. In fact, the word grandma may have been used a time or two. The final tally:
Eight of you voted that it should be sent to Goodwill. NOW. (No Janet, voting three times does not count. But nice try.)
Four said to keep it and wear it proudly. My favorite quote of the week comes from Veronica who told me to "Embrace the quirk. Be proud. Be strong. Stare down the mockers. Look them dead in the eye and flip the switch on your electric Christmas-light socks." You have no IDEA how much I want to find those kinds of socks now. They'd be so cool. Or my version of cool anyway.
My husband voted that I should keep it in case it comes back in style. However, I kind of hesitate to take advice from a man who sees no problem with wearing a longsleeved striped shirt with plaid shorts. In public.
Speaking of my husband, if yours ever asks you for help with starting a blog, run away screaming into the night. It's not really a hobby, it's become more of an obsession. He checks his stats more frequently than a teen girl checks her hair. He's even using birthday money to get a blog makeover and he is now buying his own domain name. Way Cooler is even cheaper than I am, so for him to spend money on a hobby, well, that's really something.
But I digress. How terribly unusual.
So, the sweater is on it's way to a new home. My cousin knows of someone who needs an ugly sweater for a party and apparently mine fits the bill nicely.
That's Ok, I'm gonna have my socks.