So last night we're going to a friends house to watch the Red Sox playoff game and I decide to wear my 'lucky hat'. It was never my lucky hat before that, but I assumed the Red Sox would win the game and then I'd have a 'lucky hat'. And everyone wants to own a lucky hat, correct?
Are you following the logic?
So anyhow....we're leaving my house and Wifey says: "Why are you wearing the hat?"
ME: "Well....I don't like my haircut (I don't tell her it's my new lucky hat) and the hat covers it."
WIFEY: "It makes your head look small."
ME: "The hat makes my head look small?" ::takes it off...looks in mirror...puts it back on...looks in mirror....takes it off...looks in miror...puts it back on::
WIFEY: "It makes your head look small...your haircut looks nice!"
ME: ::puts hat on:: "Let's go."
Flash forward five hours later: SOX give up 7 runs in the 11th inning to lose game.
So to sum up:
My lucky hat had a bad first day on the job. My head is the size of a baseball. My haircut is stupid. Wifey is smarter than me.
I'll be wearing my lucky hat Monday night for game 3. My head will be the size of a baseball.
The hat is a ballcap....and it aint jaunty.