thanks to the disgustingly talented rockstarvanity i have this fab picture to illustrate a post about an odd little object of love and anguish in my life.
my bunny hat.
i love my bunny hat.
because it is pink, and has bunny ears and.. well, that’s enough really isn’t it?
but this hat is also…
…the hat of shame.
let me explain:
at night my lovely, fat pussycat likes nothing better than to tramp around my head over my hair. back and forward, back and forward. this is annoying and really rather painful. after a while i will get out ‘the hat of shame’
the second i put it on she will lie down, shamed, and go to sleep. and i will get some peace.
but will also have to sleep in a bunnyhat all night long.
the shame is on us both in the end.