The End

I have a polar fleece jacket I wore while back packing around Eastern Europe ten years ago. It is hideous. But indestructible. Which means that I can't justify throwing it out because there is nothing wrong with it, other than the fact that whenever I put it on I feel mighty ugly.

Life with Bird call this coat 'The End.' I'm thinking it might be the end of all polar fleece garments. The ones living in my house, anyways. Thank you very much.