Remember one of my earliest posts about the square dance we attended? If not – I dressed everybody up to look like cowboys (or “country hicks” as I preferred to lovingly call them). Since then, we seem to have a cowboy hat fetish going around.

Now, normally Mom would put an instant stop to that. But Dad sometimes likes to feed these things. And when he keeps finding hats out on his route, I’m afraid he just can’t resist.

So – here’s the crew in their newly gleaned hats.

And, for those of you wondering what my hat looks like. I regret to inform you that I kindly declined the offer of my own hat. Repeatedly.