Hats.

Had lunch with cimmerianwillow today, when we found that there's a sure-fire way to get noticed, and possibly flirted with, when one goes out in public: wear a hat. Hats get noticed, especially when one is female.

Our waiter at Applebees quite liked our hats, and proceded to flirt with us throughout the meal. He said he rarely saw girls wear hats, and wondered if we were in a club or gang or something, then seemed amused when Willow informed him no, we just had a hat fetish. He was cute, too.

One of the divers at the aquarium flirted with me too, when I was wearing the same hat. ( See hat behind the cut. )

This shall be my lucky hat now, I think.

I have nothing else of interest to say, really. For the past two weeks at work, we've been giving the TCAP (the TN state assessment test), which my boss and I had to read aloud for the special ed kids, and it's worn me out. My poor brain is dead. *mourns for the brain* Good thing we get Easter break next week.