Hat

Today, I wore one.


It apparently shocked a few people.
(Mrs Whitey)


What Mrs Whitey doesn't understand is that when I do hard-working-man things, I wear a hat. However, she only sees me when I work with her (at a tanning salon, which is not hard-working-man things) or when we're hanging out socially. (By that I mean playing Catch Phrase or playing with her hairy kid. Also not hard-working-man things.)


I really like the hat that I wore today. It's from my trip to San Angelo/College Station/Houston/Galveston a couple of years ago. It was back when I was a fuzz-judger. Or a wool-puller, however you prefer to label me at that time. I judged wool, okay? I had an entire scholastic year of smelly hands (lanolin isn't quite rose petals, people) and holes being jabbed in my unsuspecting fingers by burrs and the like, but it was seriously one of the most educational and fun and hilarious things I've ever done. Anyway, enough nostalgia.


Time for more nostalgia: when we were in College Station, we visited Aggieland. Aggieland is WAY not as cool as Aggieville, just in case you were wondering. ESPECIALLY over Spring Break. I was seriously disappointed. All those TAMU people really need to come to KS and see what a bar-block is really like. Just saying. ANYWAY. In Aggieland is a very famous little restaurant and bar called The Dixie Chicken. It was there that I bought the hat. The End.


No, really. That's the whole story. I bought the hat at the restaurant on my wool judging trip and I love the hat. That's all.


While wearing the hat, I was doing hard-working-man things with IPA on his new little farm project thing. The new little farm project thing is pretty much awesome. I'm quite invested in it, as is IPA. (By the way, IPA, I totally pronounce your name "Eeeeeepa" in my head when I type that. Maybe I'll just start calling you Boss. Which means we can discuss my wages next week. Surprise!) More details on that little farm project thing as events warrant. I'm trying not to step on any toes here, people. Be patient with my tantalizing bits of fun stuff. 


I know I haven't posted them, but I've still been taking pictures every day, so the 365 project is still valid. I'll post them all tomorrow morning. 


In other news, we (The Michael Dean Family) acquired a new puppy yesterday. She's technically Modge's***, but I feel like it is my duty to spoil the ever-loving crap out of her. Her name is Holly. Modge also insists on her animals having middle names, so the puppy is technically Holly Anne. I have a feeling that middle name, much like my own, will come out when she's in serious trouble...


It's time to finish Gone With the Wind now. I'll be back.


Later!
-M


*** My friend B^2 is the one who intro'd me to the whole Modge/Podge thing, by the way. She totally called me out on it and I need to give her credit. I thought it was a nice alternative to "Lady Who Birthed Me" and "Balding Guy", so it stuck. Thanks, B^2!