I love sweaters, but every once in a while, I pick the wrong one. Today is one of those days as you can hear by the struggling and chanting as I tried to get the last buttons undone on my sweater before sitting down to pee. Racing to the toilet, I begin peeing immediately and for over 60 seconds as my hands wrap around my highly arched feet and I moan in relief. Ignore my white toenail polish, it's chipped besides, my high arches are much more appealing to look at.