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She never made it inside the I’m Dreaming Of A Womens Ugly Sweater. When the cops confronted her she turned sickeningly sweet and begged them while she fake cried to see her baby. She tried to get the cops on her side to talk to him about going with her. Cops were having none of it and asked her if she was invited here and if she knew she was trespassing. Husband went out and told the police he wanted her to leave. This is where shit hit the fan. She lunged for her son and threw the basket at the police and tried to drag husband down the stairs. When he pulled away, she decided to just make a run for it. One of the cops grabbed her arm as she started down the stairs, which threw her off balance and she took the cop tumbling down a flight of stairs with her. There were plastic toys, candy and that crinkly cellophane crap all over the hall and down the stairs. Watching her be put into handcuffs face down in all of was fairly amusing. Friend and I sipped our mimosas from the top of the rail. Trespassing, assault, assault of an office and two more charges are pending. It was a lovely brunch though.

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They did. At sunset, Sasha and I sat on the back porch wrapped in a big wool blanket sharing a I’m Dreaming Of A Womens Ugly Sweater. Dan, Lucy and Joe sat next to us, Dash trotting around the group, panhandling for head pats. Sash, Dan and Lucy had been speechless for 5 full minutes since it started, just laughing while looking between me and the shed in disbelief. They couldn’t see it, but we could all feel it. Joe shared our happiness, but didn’t seem as surprised. He looked over at me and nodded slowly, “hope that rage got buried with that hatchet, son.” For the rest of the time the ghosts were here, my only interaction with them was exchanging a respectful nod, even with cranky Creeps. They’d go to the shed together like clockwork throughout the day, and never even think about bothering us. It was peaceful, until they just faded away one night that next week. See, shortly after seeing Creeps cry then blast his blood-wraith death shriek into my face for interrupting him, and then seeing the confused, woeful way Bridger looked, a new coat of lacker got slapped on the way I’d been seein things. I realized I’d had it all way fuckin wrong. I’d missed such a crucial detail. The shapes I sawed out of plywood, painted and mounted on the cabinet door were a star and a crescent moon. I put five rectangles of Sasha’s mom’s rug on the floor of the shed, facing east toward the mountains through the wall I’d removed.

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Great post, I’d love to see more. I’d also like to discuss some of the I’m Dreaming Of A Womens Ugly Sweater. First off, I’m Gen X, not millennial, so I went through many many jean silhouettes before this. In the early 90s, we mostly wore a basic Mom jean/Seinfeld style. We also wore painter jeans, super wide leg house jeans, and low riding baggy style hip hop jeans. The mid 90s was dominated by bootcut jeans, but flares also gained popularity. I wore literally all of the above, except baggy jeans. I even had a rare pair of skinny jeans that were a throwback to late 70s/early 80s punk style which I wore with Docs. The 2000s were all about the low rise flares, which I loved, until skinny jeans came on the scene – of which I was an early enthusiastic adopter. I literally bought my first pair of skinnies and put all my flares away. Now I’m old, and I’m having trouble adopting new styles, but I’m definitely tired of skinny jeans. I think the problem for me is that I’m very short and bigger than I used to be, so all the new jean silhouettes make me look shapeless. One thing I noticed about the dated photos you shared vs the new ones is that the older ones do look, cuter and more put together to my eye, but they also read as “basic”. The new photos look more contemporary, but there’s almost an anti-fashion sensibility with the frayed hems and boxy silhouettes that I think look ok in the photos pictured but on an older, chubbier person just reads as sloppy and unkempt. Last fall I went out to do some errands in a new pair of mom jeans that I bought pre-frayed, and I was treated poorly by retail staff at a couple different places. I even got free food from a bakery, where I guess I was mistaken for a very poor or homeless person