TheFurFiles

Two things…

1. A few years ago, animal hats were big in our house. My kids each had one, and there were a few extras laying around because when my daughter is obsessed with something, she is REALLY obsessed. For those of you not familiar with winter clothing options, you probably won’t have a clue what I’m talking about. Give me a minute, and you’ll understand.

2. My daughter quite regularly takes my stuff. She wears it, lends it out to her friends, loses it – whatever – and I sometimes never see it again. I am then relegated to wearing or using whatever is available.

You can probably see where this is going…

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Yesterday and into last night, a blizzard swept across much of the North Eastern parts of the U.S. and Canada. By Ottawa standards, it was pretty snowy, but we have seen worse. It was just a relentless snow – constant, and irritating. A person walking around outside definitely needed to dress warm though, like wearing a hat was a good idea.

So there I was, headed to the grocery store (for like the fifth time this week), and there wasn’t a normal hat to be found anywhere in the house – just a bunch of those stupid animal hats. MY hats – two that I’ve had for years that were my favourites – have vanished into thin air. Poof. What was I to do? When it’s freezing cold and snowing like crazy, I did the only thing I could, and I wore whatever I could get my hands on.

At the grocery store, the young cashier gave me a smirk. “Cute hat,” she said. I knew what she was thinking – You are kind of old for that. And besides, those hats went out of style about five years ago. Nobody wears them anymore.

“Thanks,” I replied. Really, I thought, Listen you little brat. I don’t need your snarky attitude. I’ll have you know that I didn’t want to come out here to the grocery store in the first place, but circumstances in my house were such that I needed to come otherwise someone – and I’m not saying who, but it was definitely my daughter – was going to have a meltdown if she didn’t get her “daily cantaloupe”. If I hadn’t come, she would’ve then made some sort of snide comment to her brother because she was miserable, after which, he would have yelled at her, and possibly called her a nasty and completely uncalled for name, and then my husband would’ve gotten angry, and the cats would’ve started howling, and I would’ve ended up pleading, “Can’t you all please just stop? You are giving me a headache.” And nobody would’ve listened because nobody ever does, and all hell would’ve broken loose. Seriously, I could give two shits that the hat I’m wearing has mouse ears and a mouse face. It keeps my head warm, and that’s all that matters right now. Now leave me alone, I have to go home and shovel out the driveway.

The pig hat.

The striped monkey hat – this one was tough to find.

Wow, the donkey hat.

The bear hat.

The mouse hat – the one I ended up wearing to the store.

Anyway, that was my night. How was yours?