Skip to main content

WTF people...

Just when I thought that I could put the winter hat away for the season....


I end up driving home in this crap!



Snow you say...It's almost April for someones sake.....



What does one have to do to get out of the snow?



I may need to get a smaller hat and deal with it.

An update on the "Candy Land Bakery"...well I took the small rodents to the bakery this weekend to prove that I don't make this stuff up as I go along. As I pull up to the bakery, the nice little yellow ginger bread decorated house, I hear from the back seat of the new steed, "O snap, I was sure he was making that one up". This proves my theory of stories, prove them when you can and baffle them when you can't.

Comments

Travel said…
Go south little fuzzy one, go south!

TR
6:45 AM
Me said…
We took the exact same photo last weekend. :)

LOVE that hat. Of course, if you take fashion notes from my son you would know that you don't have to put away the winter hats just because it's not winter anymore. The nut wears them even in the summer when it's 90 degrees!

And last year after harping on him and telling him how stupid it looked I ran into a mother and teenage son in the grocery store and guess what he had on? Sigh. A baseball cap turned to the side with a winter hat on top of the baseball hat.

He won.
I lost.

But the point is... you don't have to pack away the hat.
10:07 AM
Anonymous said…
If you cut some eye holes in your hat, you'd look like that one guy on "Fat Albert"
1:22 PM
WickedHamster said…
Quel joli chapeau!
4:28 PM
Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Wild cow and Druish Deities

I have been blessed with being able to drive some of the most unbelievable roads ever paved. Last week I found myself on HWY 108 in Central California. 130 Miles 26% grade 9624 at the summit 4 hours to drive this route This photo is looking west just down from the summit. I could live here with the wild cows. A lone wild cow at the 9000 foot level just making sure that nobody is speeding along.
16 comments
Read more

Today was a good day..

I'm flying home today from Phoenix, AZ. First good thing: I was moved from my favorite seat in coach to a window seat in first class. Second thing: The guy sitting next to me did not want to talk and left me alone on the flight. Third thing: The flight was smooth and on time. Fourth thing: I'm walking out of the gate area at the airport when a TSA guy calls me over and ask me if I wanted an item, because if not he was going to throw it away. And you know it would be darn shame to throw out a nice bottle of...... Yes, that is correct, a nice 750ml bottle of Sauza Tres Generaciones 100% Puro De Agave Tequila. I'm now very...very ........tanked. Thank you TSA. I'm a 40% by volume Woodchuck.
7 comments
Read more

It seemed like a good ideal at the time...

The question has been asked and needs to be answered: So, you all know the type in high school, the "Jock". The Jocks ran my school like so many school around the country. And, of course, football players topped that heirarchy of the teen stratusphere. And this might come as a huge surprise to most, but I played Football. I had social responsibilities to up hold and order to maintain on campus. You might say we were the police, the law and order of the school. We patrolled the halls with an iron fist. The stoners stayed well behaved. The nerds were well protected in exchange for homework. Life was good. Then one sunny spring day a nice little "Miss Gloria Steinem wanna be," who wrote for the school paper, decides to write a story questioning the authority of the Football team. In this situation, most people would of course write a rebuttal. And this is exactly what we would have done, had any of us on the Football team been able to write. No luck on this one. Howeve...
3 comments
Read more