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Enough with the Hats!

Can we finally be done with the baby hats? My obsessive/compulsive knitting-fiend hands have created eleven hats here for the hospital in Mali. The oddness of the number does bother me, but I'm thinking I've got one more tucked away in a drawer somewhere to make it an even dozen. If not, then of course I'll have to make another one to round it out. But can I stop here? For Pete's sake! It must be a relaxing life--this life I've heard of when a person can create just one thing, enjoy just one activity, accept an odd number of something, eat M&Ms straight out of the bag without sorting them by color first.

Mike seems to like (er, tolerate) his hat (that or I woke him up to take his picture, and he's too groggy to run away and hide under the dining room table). If he were to keep his hat, then I'd have ten, but that would be ridiculous. Cats hate clothes.



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Anonymous said…
Abstemious?? Oh, never!
That hat is perfect for Mike. Callie and Pepper would love this pic.
Pianist friend
8:55 AM
Scout said…
Yes, abstemious is an unacceptable proposition.
11:20 AM
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