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Well, spit
I lost my hat. My nice, dorky fleece-lined baseball cap with the ear-flaps. I had it yesterday. I wore it yesterday afternoon. I took it off when I got in the car, put it in my bag, took it (I thought) into the house. Except this morning I couldn't find it in my bag. Oh, no worries, I thought; it's in the car. Except not.
Sigh.
Not the season to be hatless.
Sigh.
Not the season to be hatless.
Re: About that hat
In sooth, that very one.
I know where it is.
Yay! Saved from having to buy scratchy Peruvian headgear from the bookstore.
Re: About that hat