It is 34 degrees this morning on the island of Manhattan. I can see my breath clearly: and not just because I had scampi last night. This morning I exclaimed "It's colder than a witch's teet!" and Cboy's ears perked right up, and all of a sudden I found my self trying to explain what a teet was... and the reason we were ten minutes late for school is that I had a hard time convincing The Banana that COWS DO NOT PEE MILK.
While it pains me to put away my glamerous plastic hair clippy things for the season, it is time to make one of the most important purchases of the season: A HAT.
Like most New Yorkers, this is what I wore LAST YEAR:
But I grew tired of being mistaken for a wayward sherpa. I need something different this year.
Perhaps I should go whimsical..
But then everytime I bump into someone on the street and they ask me how I'm doing, I'm going have to say "Grrrrrrrrrr-reat" and that could get pretty old pretty fast. Maybe I should go for warmth..
But I kind of feel like this hat screams : My other car is a wooden sleigh pulled by six clydesdales. Better suited for someone named Karina or Anastasia. Speaking of which, do you think this hat would make me look like a socialist?
I wouldn't mind a hat that does something helpful. For instance this one:
I believe if you tell it all your worries, it solves them overnight. And that got me thinking...is it possible to find a hat that solves ALL your problems? Why yes... indeed it is:
Now-if they could only invent the matching winter coat.