Last year during the fall, my wife decided to clean my wool pea coat… in the washing machine. It was an honest mistake and her intentions were good, so I suffered having a slightly-too-short-for-my-gorilla-arms coat. This fall she surprised me by cleaning my coat for me again… in the washing machine. This time the wool wasn’t so forgiving and, as you can see, its size was reduced from a large to a medium. It fits her perfectly.

So this ramble goes out to my savior, my big brother Ryan, who took enough pity in me to buy me the kick ass winter coat you see me sporting below. Thanks for the early Christmas present, man, you’re a freaking life saver!

Stay warm out there,

Noah