In my kitchen yesterday, my husband shot me a sideways, slightly disgusted glance as I put on my sweater.  “What?”  I said.  “It’s my favorite sweater”.  I don’t blame him for looking at me disgustingly — the sweater is old and gross.  It zips up the front and has a hood, has pilling up and down the arms, and probably has holes somewhere.  But it’s comfy and cozy, and putting it on requires no decision-making.

“Yeah, I know,” he said.  “You’re like that Weezer song about the sweater”.

Now, here’s where it gets weird.  (And I just love this kind of stuff).  I haven’t heard that song in probably ten years, easily.  On my way to the gym today, what comes on the radio other than…..The Sweater Song by Weezer.

AND, as if that isn’t enough, here’s the kicker:  the name of that song is actually “Undone”.  I got back in the car after my workout, only to hear “Undone” by Pearl Jam.  Spooky Monday!   Not enough to make me stop wearing the sweather, though.