Boy has it been cold. The other day I was in the dumpster and a busboy threw a vat of boiling hot tomato sauce on me. I thanked him.
I sort of have marinara permanently scalded into my skin now, which got me thinking: a raccoon's gotta have a jacket.
And this is the shiniest jacket I've ever seen:
I can really see myself in it. Like, seriously, if I stand close enough, I can see myself in it.
L.A.M.B. "Army" Bomber Jacket, $425, nordstrom.com
p.s. If you're a newish reader, go read the Martin intro before you get completely confused and stop reading Daddy Likey forever. Too late? Damn.