Rainy Day

Today was a rainy day.  It's not that I don't like rainy days, I do.  Nothing beats when it's rainy outside, and you bundle up with your wife, with a warm drink, and watch movies all day.  This of course is only great when you have absolutely nothing to do, as well as not having a 10 month old son.  I, today, had a lot to do, and I have a 10 month old son.  So that great day, was, well I guess still great, just much different than I needed.  But I digress. 

My thought tonight is about Ugly Christmas Sweaters.  My friends have decided to put on an ugly sweater pub crawl.  This is not a new idea, it's done all over, but it is definitely new to me.  The idea is that everyone goes out and gets an ugly sweater, usually at a thrift store, then get together and laugh and generally have a good time, and sometimes there's a prize.  My wife and I went out today and found some pretty good ones.  I  can't give the specifics because the party hasn't happened yet, but, my sweater will win any prize at any party.  I'll attach the pics for your enjoyment later.  Back to my point. 

As we were going around, looking on ebay, at some pretty ugly sweaters, I started thinking about how these sweaters started.  A lot of them were made by mothers and grandmothers, trying to make their loved ones warm.  Some were made by little children in Sri Lanka, and even some were made by Structure.  (Seriously, what was that store about.)  But I'm willing to bet that most of these sweaters were never created for the sole purpose of laughs.  Yet here they are, ready for hilarity to ensue.  Are there other clothing apparel that has had the same fate?  Fanny packs?  Leather pants for men?  How about Hyper-Color?  All of these had great intentions, but somehow, someway, they went off track.  These, along with many others, have become victims of delayed sensibility.  Now some of you might be offended.  You may be thinking that I'm insulting you or the clothing decisions that you've made in the past.  For you, I will in time, attach pics with me in all three.  For an added bonus I'll show you one with my mullet.  My bright red, past shoulder length mullet.  You now know more than you should.  Sleep tight.