Lord Of The Rings Fellowship Of The Ring Christmas Ugly Sweater Party

Can confirm. I worked with a postal inspector who busted up an Lord Of The Rings Fellowship Of The Ring Christmas Ugly Sweater Party. It was a rural area where mailboxes are all on one side of the road, to make it easier for the mail carrier to deliver. The owner of a “compound” didn’t like that his neighbor’s mailbox was on “his property,” and repeatedly destroyed it. Neighbor complained to the postmaster, who started an investigation, which started as an interview where the guy was really dodgy, which led to increased scrutiny of the guy’s mail, which contained (surprise!) illegal weapons components. His compound was raided by the FBI and ATF, and he and several others went to prison for basically the rest of eternity. They do not fuck around. On a side note, this postal inspector was a 60 year old retired infantryman who honestly had to be the hardest person I’ve ever met. He had lost 2/3 of his pinky on his right hand “in the war” (no war made sense for his age… desert storm, maybe??) and wore a gold ring on the stub. Im certain he was hired because he scared the shit out of whoever interviewed him. The only think I ever saw him drink was black coffee, and it was usually room temperature. He wore 20-year-old army dress shoes every day, the lunatic.

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She pulled out a serving dish from the Lord Of The Rings Fellowship Of The Ring Christmas Ugly Sweater Party which she’d neatly arranged a small lamb kebab, some naan, 5 of her grandma’s fancy little ramekins filled with palaw, a rice dish I recognized immediately, and some dates. I looked at her stunned. “Sash, when… how did-“ she cut me off. “I thought you might shut the idea down, so I looked up some Afghan food, and… made some.” She shrugged at me with a challenging smirk. “Tell me where they are, and I’ll set it down in front of them. Maybe it’ll remind them of home…” We put on some coats and were going outside, when Sash said “oh wait” and turned back, bringing Dash back inside and talking to him “sorry buddy boy, they don’t think you’re as handsome as everyone else does.” I waited on the porch for her, and she walked out with one of her big scarves, which she put over the top of her head, then threw one of the ends over her shoulder in an almost practiced motion. A headscarf… “Sash did you practice putting on a hijab for this little Christmas gesture!?” She gave me a condescending smile and retorted “It’s not a hijab, it’s more like a Shayla, a headscarf.” I chuckled, I was impressed, but it also made me nervous. “Sash could this offend them, piss em off?” She shrugged. “I don’t think so. If I was in their home it would be courteous to wear one, and impolite not to, don’t know why they’d be pissed about it, I thought it would show respect.” I shrugged. “I guess it can’t make things worse…” We walked toward the back gate and I slowed my pace when I saw Hank, Pete, Creeps and Buck over near the two big cottonwood trees that shaded our entire yard, which prompted Sasha: “are they close, where are they?” – I pointed toward the gnarled trunks of the cottonwoods “four of em,” who, as expected, looked furious to see me. “Where’s the fifth?” Sasha asked.

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I really appreciate these descriptions. Your sense of the Lord Of The Rings Fellowship Of The Ring Christmas Ugly Sweater Party with mine, and I think captures why I struggle so much with trying to look effortless/casual: I keep on sliding over into frump! I lack a vision of effortless intentionality. I also think that for me, “datedness” and “frump” relate to one another. One thing I’ve noticed in my own style sense, as I navigate the great silhouette shift of this half-decade, is that my sense of something being “dated” really only comes into play if “frump” as defined here (lack of intentionality, “just gets the job done”) is also a risk. That is: if I’m wearing my favorite, most directional pieces — it really doesn’t matter if they have features that look “dated.” That flowy abstract-print top that I used to wear over leggings — tuck it in to a pair of nice wider leg trousers and it looks somehow retro classic. But with a pair of wider leg jeans, it just looks … boring, like I haven’t gotten the message about tighter-fitting tops these days Another example: I still wear skinny jeans sometimes, but primarily with knee-high boots and my favorite blazers. To my eye, it works as a kind of deconstructed equestrian thing that looks highly intentional. And I still think my skinny-legged suit trousers look amazing with their matching jacket: it’s obviously an outfit meant to work together. Basically, it feels to me as though the “datedness” of particular style trends primarily controls what you can get away with around the edges of an outfit, or with an outfit that’s meant to look effortless rather than high-impact — what shapes and silhouettes strike my eye as “looking good” by default such that even if (say) there are a few compromises to practicality in the outfit, it looks like it’s all purposeful. A few years back, I used to wear a loose, mid-thigh t-shirt dress with leggings and leather sneakers —- such an easy outfit for bike commuting! Now, I would probably wear the same dress primarily with tights and booties or bare legs and sandals: I’d have to commit more fully to styling the dress to make it look intentional.