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.

M was blown away. He was very thankful for the fact that it makes him look like a fat grandma. If there’s a contest tomorrow for ugliest sweater, he’s gotta be a shoo-in.

But M had a surprise in store. I surprised him with an ugly sweater, he surprised me with Will.

His old friend, a second lieutenant in the Marine corps, is back for the holidays and showed up at the apartment looking super buff and ripped. He’s been getting his gym on that’s for sure.

Good to have him back!

xoxo,

Jenn