If you read yesterday's blog you know a bit about My Lucky Hat.
But I left something VERY important out of the story.
I wore My Lucky Hat while at a friends house watching the baseball game, but I came home around the 9th inning of said game.
And I took My Lucky Hat OFF. I TOOK IT OFF!!! I TOOK MY LUCKY HAT OFF!!!
And then The Red Sox lost a couple of innings later.
So To Sum Up:
It's not the hat by itself that is lucky...it's only lucky when it's on my lucky head!!
And it will be on my lucky head tonight.
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13 comments:
So it's your fault the Sox lost!?! JERK!
Wifey,
If you're reading this, stitch that hat to his scalp.
Hooray! I wasn't to blame, after all!
A little superglue might be just as effective...a few drops in the top and then someone give him a good pat on the head after he's put it on. Bingo!
You are in so much trouble if they blow tonight's game...that's all I have to say.
And if your lucky head/hat combo fails? Any other body parts feel lucky?
(It's so easy to bait NoOprah...)
Can you please switch your lucky baseball cap to a lucky gilligan hat? Please? And then, can you run around saying, "Skippppper! Skippppper!" every time the Red Sox hit a home run? I am not so sure that will be lucky. But, it will be funny. Very funny.
Sparkle:
If you can get him to do that, and produce photographic evidence, I'll fly down to Boston and bring you a turkey dinner.
Really.
Someone is in trouble!
Okay, you hold him down, T... ::gets out the taser::
T send me a text last night and told me to take THE HAT OFF.
It's her fault.
Nice try.
Cake, I will take you up on the taser offer...
Noprah, be very afraid!
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