Going, Going . . .

Felt like wearing my cowboy hat the other day. Mentioned missing it in the morning, but alas, it was not approved for business attire. Planned on wearing it when going out for supper that evening. Sister turned sick, supper plans turned sour. Wore my cowboy hat when I went to get take out for the fam. Then wore it at home all evening as we ate around the kotatsu, watching a New Zealand-made movie (melodramatic acting, but interesting and in English!). And I think the boys working at the Yashinoya (Japanese semi-fast food) got a kick out of the hat, and my compete lack of the language, too!