These fabulously huge sombreros appeared on Mom's hat rack unannounced a fews weeks back. Hank was like a dog on a pork chop when he spotted them looming among the other regular sized hats. Mosey, always game, sported her sombrero with grace and dignity. Hank's general wrecking ball capabilities increased ten fold with the giant sombrero acquisition. He hopped around the room knocking stuff over willy nilly with his big straw hat and limited visibility. Mosey sat as still as a statue watching her grandson's antics with only mild irritation.
CALL FOR HATS: Any hats are welcome, really crazy hats are especially desirable. If you are one of the 3 people that reads this blog you know how to find me.
