Just in case you had any doubts about whether or not I really wear this old gal. Or about whether or not it’s really as unflattering as I claimed.

Yup, a photo of me. In the world’s ugliest sweater. In a public restroom. At my office. With the tampon machine clearly visible in the background.

In case you hadn’t guessed, I am a bit checked-the-h out this week. (I mean really, I could have tried harder with that Photoshopped text.)(COULD HAVE BUT WON’T.) I have, ya know, two vacations right around the bend. And really the only thing I can focus on is that I’m going shopping over lunch for a couple of cheap summer dresses. So…yeah. Don’t expect much over the next couple of days.

But the fact remains. It’s freezing in my office. And I am not a liar.