Last weekend we went to a fabulous ugly sweater party.
The only reason I actually had an ugly sweater was because the girl hosting the party gave me one she found last year at an estate sale.
It smelled like cat pee.
There was a photo booth at the party.
Husband was not pleased with my picture taking request.
This is how it turned out:
Aren't you glad we dress up in such a classy fashion to go out and party?