I have a hat with cats.
If that doesn't sound like a Dr. Seuss book title, I don't know what does.
It's a five panel hat with pictures of cats all over it.
When I bought it, there was a tear in the leash-esque material in the back.
The lady at the register gave me $5 off because it was damaged.
I took it home and my dad stitched it up for me.
The interesting looks I got while wearing it were totally worth the $20.
Or let's talk about my brother's straw hat.
He left on his mission with strict instructions to not break it.
I wasn't there when he gave this warning.
So I took the straw hat boating and went surfing with it on.
And broke it.
The hat is now in some dumpster somewhere because I had to get rid of the evidence.
Hopefully he doesn't remember it when he gets back.
Now I don't know why you guys would want to know any of this.
But I was told to write about hats.
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