the hat.

Some men have a hat. One hat that they just wear all the time. For my husband, it is this hat-

He likes to say that he has been a Nat's fan since the very beginning when they became a team (which has only been about 5 years now). Anyway, he loved that hat. It was the hat, you know, it became kind of worn and faded because he wore it so often, but he didn't care- he loved that hat...

One fateful afternoon I found the hat in the bin of hats (lots of hats he doesn't really wear... except for that DC Nationals hat...) and I pulled the hat right out of that bin and threw it in the washing machine- because since it was the hat, I thought 'this is overdue for a washing!'. I was so excited to surprise my dear husband with a fresh-smelling version of his favorite hat. 

But THIS is what happened-

I pulled it out of the washing machine, and while it smelled of Tide freshness, it looked like I had fed it to a bear! I feel I must publicly state that I am so very sorry. I had no idea! I thought about getting rid of the evidence, convincing him that I had no idea what could have possibly happened to the hat, and kindly suggesting he wear one of the other lovely hats he owns. But, liars never come out on top- so I had to face the music. I killed the hat. And I am sorry...