So okay. Maybe my Christmas sweater wasn’t all that ugly (like, at all, I actually really love it). And maybe Zack wasn’t even wearing a sweater (but I mean, look at his shirt- it’s awesome). And maybe I was pregnant so I didn’t get any peppermint schnapps in my hot chocolate (but I still got heaps of marshmallows and whipped cream and peppermint shavings). And maybe we left early because I was tired (again, pregnant). But we still had ourselves a damn good time at my friend’s Ugly Christmas Sweater party. And that’s all that matters.
Have you ever been to an Ugly Christmas Sweater party?