This must be the best day EVER for Jenn. Two reasons. One, we’re going to see her secret husband tonight, Beck. Yeah, she loves him lots. A whole hell of a lot. More than she loves me.
But, the second reason this is her best day ever is currently in progress.
We are washing my hat.
Those of you that have known me over the past few years understand what a monumentous occasion this is. I have owned this hat for 4+ years and never washed it. This is the same hat I wore every day, 7 days a week, for 2-3 years straight. Yes, this hat is filthy.
How filthy? I rubbed a napkin across it and it came away black. I was speaking with my friend Adrienne one day and some how it came up how I washed my hair every day and her response was, “and then you put that filthy hat on it,” or something to that effect. My brother Art wore a hat similar to it one Holloween just to look like me, only everyone commented on how false he looked because his hat was clean.
It used to be pale green, now it’s olive.
This hat is dirty.
And now it shall be clean.
I think the dirt is the only thing holding it together. Wish it luck.
