first i wrote this re-living the morning in question. then i thought no. then i was going to collect silly links, but that became too time-intensive. so, in all due respect, i present to you a post in the same spirit with which i wore a perfectly coordinated all-ivory outfit (including veiled hat and little gloves) to my son's funeral some 19 years ago. it was my way of saying a big fuck you to untimely death and all that traditionally dark attire and the attendant imagery; it was me, defiant, celebrating life.
and so with that, on this anniversary otherwise filled with moving tributes and so forth, i give you my new pet hat. i thnk it used to be a rabbit, or rabbits, which i ordinarily don't approve of however since i will not be using this as headgear, rather keeping it as a furry inanimate companion, i will sidestep the fur issue thankyouverymuch, besides the tags are in russian and they have good reasons for furry hats. he was a gift from a coworker -- my coworkers, they see weird things, they think me.
this is my pet hat:
this is my hat's ass:
asshat! i love the term, asshat.
this has been brought to you by the exceedingly silly committee known otherwise as liz, who has also been known to keep dead insects and bags of caramel popcorn as pets, and wants to inform you that she does have an actual cat, a real, live cat, so ... that makes this either more or less weird.
and if you find you are indeed in need of a distraction, i welcome suggestions on what sort of name would best suit my new pet hat -- correction, my new pet asshat. yeah.
