M’s having an ugly sweater party at Google tomorrow and implored me to find him an ugly sweater. What M wants, M gets. I found him an ugly sweater. I found him a hideous monstrosity of a sweater at Goodwill. Scot came with me and almost choked when he saw the beast I’d picked out. He also reluctantly held it up for me, despite the risk of germs and lice, so I could take a picture.
But M had a surprise in store. I surprised him with an ugly sweater, he surprised me with Will.