I saw this sweater in Wal-Mart. I made a comment that I thought it was cute. It made me think of my brother, Corey. It's actually not a sweater that I would wear and the more times I saw it, the tackier I thought it was. Evidently, I had not said that aloud – or at least loud enough that either Jenna nor Roland heard. I don't mean to complain or sound ungrateful. It's what one would wear for an ugly sweater contest. If I put it away for next year, would I actually be able to find it? Fortunately the Spirit for me lives in giving and not receiving - though I was surprised with one of Jenna's gifts. I don't think Roland often listens to my desires or my non-desires rather. For example, there was one year I told him that I did not want a quad (four books of scripture in one book) but that I preferred having the Bible separate to compare two scriptu...