My Husband's Hat

As any of you who know my husband know, he almost always wears a baseball hat. He used to have a white one with the BYU logo on it, but it got lost on a ride at Lagoon. Since then, he's worn his old work hat, tan, with BYU Vending written on it. This is a very old hat. It is falling apart. And it's kinda yucky (it's been a while since he's washed it).

We went to Wal*Mart tonight to get some stuff, and I finally remembered to get him a new hat. We got him a dark blue one with no logo, but he refuses to throw the old hat away. He wants to keep it because he's had it for a long time, which was my reasoning for why he should throw it away. He told me, however, that if I can throw it away without him noticing, that it would be fine. So, when he put it in the closet, I stood there waiting for him to leave so I could finally chuck the nasty thing. Unfortunately, he saw right through my indiscreet plan, so I just grabbed the hat. He won the ensuing struggle (he has long arms and tickled me, how can I defend against that?) and retook the prize. Now, he won't even wash it because he knows it will never make it to the soapy waters (I told him he could solve the problem by doing the laundry, but that didn't seem to be a viable alternative).

And so, I plot. Soon, very soon, I shall put a plan in motion that will finally see the end of that odious garment.

Here is a pic of Tyson wearing his old hat. He also hasn't shaved in months. We went to Wal*Mart to get a hair trimmer since his razors weren't meant for beards of this magnitude.



Here is a pic with his new hat and after his shave. I told him he should be hugging his old hat in the pic, but he didn't want to.