Again, don't watch John Waters movies before bed

Matt was wearing a lovely, pink fuzzy scoop-necked sweater set. He loved it, and told me Scot had knit it for him. I liked the handiwork, but was like, "Good lord, a man in a sweater set?"

Soon afterwards, I was trying to help the cops ID this criminal, but all I could remember were his grey hat with a one-inch brim, and that he had a faint pinkish line circling his face.

Finally, I was in somewhere like Slidell, the water was rising, and I was trying to get some paper towels. I reached up to grab some, but realized mid-grab that they were actually part of a large woman's hairdo.