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We Mesh Well Together.

And we all know what those hand signals mean, girls.

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Small Pocks.

“Darling, I absolutely love these ‘concept sweaters.’ Who knew that a knitted tribute to the victims of smallpox could be so…fashionable?”

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Gurgle.

Lunch at Chipotle was NOT settling well with Lisa.

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Breaking The Reed.

“I’m not sure, Billy – I mean, you’re really good and all, but do you really think you can pull off this Judas Priest song on clarinet?”

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Intensity

“It’s really great that I got the family on this Adderol regimen,” said Mr. Taylor, smiling intently at his wife.”I feel so…FOCUSED.”

“I am mesmerized by the pattern of your sweater yolk,” replied Mrs. Taylor, “So mesmerized, in fact, that I spent the last 72 hours knitting all of us the exact same pattern in different chromatic schemes.”

Little Wesley would have agreed heartily, if he hadn’t been so engrossed in the wale pattern of his mother’s corduroy slacks.

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Match Game: A Gallery of Smiling Couples In Identi...

It’s fall, and that means sweater weather! How many of you out there have been thinking, ‘”I’d like to wear a sweater, but I don’t want to be alone in this?”

The good news is, you don’t have to be. If you’re a WASP and a god-fearing Republican looking for family values, a great way to find them is to dress identically to your mate – for solidarity in GOD, GUNS, and GAUGES. That way, when the Marxist Socialist state you fear finally comes to America, you’ve already been prepared in your bunker for the required uniforms from the Ministry of Cuddleknits.