I’m not the only one that loves this sweater, and I can prove it because my grandmother is always trying to say it’s hers.
Grandma, huffing that oven cleaner is making you crazy.
Do you own the sunhat adorned with apples and plastic warblers that was bought to match it?
I think not.
Plus, my manbreasts look full, pouty and ample when I wear this sweater, and Grandma’s look like someone left two old oven mitts wrapped in nursery school tracing paper on the wall.
Get your own wardrobe Grandma!