Not a problem for us last night -- we headed over to our neighbors' house for their Annual Ugly Sweater Party.
It's a lot of fun. No getting glamoured-up, no squeezing into that slinky black dress, no holding your stomach in all night.
Everyone gets seriously into Ugly Mode:
"Mine's uglier!"
"That one's tacky, but not really ugly."
"Oh, wow. That is hideous."
We were shooting for the Ugliest Couple Prize this year -- we thought we had a chance:
We didn't even come close.
A burly man in a women's sequined Christmas sweater trumps the extra-large vomit-colored golf sweaters. The bar has been raised, and and next year we intend to win. There will be sequins.
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