Warm and Fuzzy

I dare anyone to top my morning.

We won first prize at bar trivia last night. Since trivia is near The Boy, I stayed with him last night. It was cooler and rainier than I was expecting so my sweater options were the weighs-nothing shrug or the super-warn fuzzy sweater. I chose the fuzzy sweater. I chose poorly.

While it was nice outside, it was like a down coat once I was on metro. The platform felt like ~80 degrees. I inevitably started sweating before I could get it off. I had to wear it again once I got above ground and hadn't totally cooled off from metro.

By the time I got to my desk my arms were totally covered in grey sweater fuzz. I looked like an extra from Gorillas in the Mist.

I went to the bathroom and wet paper towels did nothing. Running my arm under the sink elicited some results but I had a tank top on. It was everywhere. Someone finally took pity on me and let me go down to the gym.

I had to take a full on shower, with soap, to rid myself of all the sweater fuzz. This is my life.