Because, this is what I looked like all day.
This is the sweater my daughter, Bethany, made for me last year. She meant to embarrass me by making the World’s Ugliest Sweater. Instead, I embarrass her by wearing it and telling everybody she made it.
But, somehow, walking around today, jingling, jangling and snagging on all the unsightly things hot-glued to my sweater, I came to the conclusion that the joke was still on me.
Literally, on me.
And I put my foot down for the right to dress myself?