Grinch Squad Xmas Gift Christmas Ugly Wool Knitted Sweater

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Once, many years ago, I was casually dating a Grinch Squad Xmas Gift Christmas Ugly Wool Knitted Sweater. For my birthday, he gave me a t-shirt from his favorite strip club. With a picture of a topless woman with huge assets on front.Now, a t-shirt was fine. We hadn’t been dating that long. But THAT t-shirt? Just no. I had no strong opinions about strip clubs, either. Not my thing, but not my business. I didn’t say much, and threw it away later. But I’m thinking about this. How inappropriate that was, and maybe this guy is not…all that. Then it gets worse. He starts bugging me about wearing the shirt. He wants to see me wear it. I should wear it on this occasion, or to that place. Like, he just can’t wait to see me in public wearing that shirt. That’s when I started getting really wierded out about his obsession to see me humiliated? embarrassed? uncomfortable? or something? in public. I started being too busy to see him.

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The Grinch Squad Xmas Gift Christmas Ugly Wool Knitted Sweater that’d set in got really bad that afternoon, kicking into a death throw of sorts. Forecast said it’d actually be clear by 2-3am and for the next week, but that we were in for gale force wind and 15-20 inches of snow between now and then. I got an email from my boss telling everyone in my office to work remotely until Monday, January 6. I was somewhat relieved to not be leaving Sash here alone, but the email also made me realize how badly I’d wanted to get the hell outta here for a full day. That night we lit the candles, binged a show for a while, then sat at the counter before bed drinking tea before bed. The blizzard was rippin outside. An hour earlier I’d heard a tree go down in the woods above the house. The weather radar showed the storm was gonna pass soon, but it really wanted to kick and scream before moving on. The howling wind and creaking of the house was spooky, causing Dash to pick his head up and look around from where he was lying on the kitchen floor, but sweet jesus would it provide a nice reprieve from the ghosts’ wicked racket. I stepped over Dash to put my cup in the sink, when all hell broke loose. A loud metallic pop jerked Sasha, Dash, and my attention toward the kitchen door to the porch. The second after the pop, the piercing shriek of the blizzard wind sailing through the thin strip of open air around the door filled the kitchen. The door hadn’t been shut all the way, and had popped open. It’d happened before; a deceiving ‘click’ in the bolt that made it sound closed. The only thing holding it from blowing wide-open into the kitchen was the little hook-lock on the old, thin, flimsy screendoor on the inside of the door frame. Within a half second of the storm’s shocking infiltration into our home, the thin, strong blade of wind screaming through the crack in the main door whipped into my face making me blink, tossing my hair back. Wind.

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I don’t think it’s that the Grinch Squad Xmas Gift Christmas Ugly Wool Knitted Sweater. I’m not a very feminine dresser; I like flannels and jeans and combat boots (Gen X to the core). But I’m short, and it’s hard to do oversized just right when you’re short – and bad-oversized makes me look dumpy. Now, when you’re a beautiful 20 year old, people can tell you are not actually dumpy, you’re just wearing fashionable yet unflattering clothes. But when you’re 54 – there’s a strong chance you’re not being fashionable, you’re just dumpy. I work hard to stay in shape so I’m opposed to clothes that make me look dumpy – clothes are supposed to make me look good, dammit! Then I remember I’m old and don’t give a shit whether stuff is in style or not because I do what I want these days.