Decisions, Decisions…Accessorizing Can Be Such a Chore

So I was on my way to a birthday gathering the other day and I realized I’d forgotten to sign the card.  Of course, being the super-organized woman that I am, it was a simple task to pull a fresh, fully-inked pen from my glove box and…

Yeah, anyway.

But hey!  Look!  It’s a:

“I’ll bet they have pens!  And I’ll bet they’re only a dollar!” I said to myself.

Little did I know that my world would be rocked in the next three minutes.

This is what I saw on my way to the pens:

The Hat Rack of Awesomeness.

I was stopped dead in my tracks.  Was it the swirly pink love?  Was it the gold studs?  Was it the elderly cashier in pink bedroom slippers giving me the stink-eye as I stood there giggling to myself in Aisle 3?

There is just so much awesome, it’s hard to pinpoint its origin.

In case you can’t see exactly what the hats say, here’s a few close-ups:

Milk, Jesus, whatever.

Jesus would love this hat

And in keeping with the theme (?):

Che, naturally

I can’t help but picture the board room:  A group of executives sitting around.  “So who do you think would sell well?  Who, of all the people throughout history, shall we choose to commemorate with our sturdy, economically-produced headwear?”

Because, you know, there is a fine line between the dude that 2/3 of the world will kill someone over, citing religious reasons and/or Broadway freedom of song (‘Jee-sus Chriii-st Suuu-per…Okay, moving on.  Sigh…) and the dude that caused the Cuban Missile Crisis.

[Am I the only one who thinks this is funny?]

Okay, I know.  I am SUCH a cheap thrill.  Guys, seriously – some chicks need diamonds, I just need a dollar-store hat.  (I would like to take this moment, however, to point out that all of these hats retailed for FOUR DOLLARS apiece.  Despite the signage.  I’m just sayin’.)


Can you guess which one I bought?

And the rest of y’all are getting Jesus hats for xmas.

The Blogger Formerly Known As Drea M.

I had been making fun of Sarah Palin for some time before I actually found out what she had named her 600 children.   (‘Track’, ‘Trig’, and ‘Bristol’ being some choice ones.  I knew I should have stuck with that psychology degree.  There’s some serious money to be made.)

But these names paled in comparison to what she wants to name a future, as-yet-unborn child. 


Yep.  Zaaaaammmm-boni.

Made my day.

Anyway, I’ve been having a field day, telling everyone I’m going to change my name to Zamboni in honour of Sarah Palin. 

Today, I discovered that a fellow blogger has put up 10 bucks – that’s right, 10 whole bucks (albeit Canadian bucks…I kind of would have hoped for a dare from one of our American neighbor bloggers, but still…) for me to actually do it.

And well…I will do absolutely ANYTHING for a cheap laugh.  Let this be a lesson to you all.

*look up – look waaaaay up*


UPDATE:   To avoid confusing my readership, I have changed my banner back to its former glory.  However, that does not alter the fact that my true and legal name shall forever remain ‘Zamboni.’


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