A HAT-VERSATION

I must thank some of my blog followers for keeping me apprised of the proper protocol in certain situations.  For example, the following email conversation took place after I had posted those last photos of me and my new knit hat --


Your hat could not have found a better home! Just look at all the fun it's having! Excellent! (I do believe the hat looked happiest at Avenidas and least happy at the bank.)
LynnM

Me--
There was no problem at the bank, but Cliff was giving me a bit of a bad time about taking the photo.
Yes, I think the Avenidas pics were the best.  At least I was standing up.
Don

Not YOU, the HAT.  I could tell it was not having a good time.  Next time, do the hat a favor and don't take it to the bank.  It obviously does not like banks. Leave it in the car for a happy nap while you do your banking.  You don't want to push the hat into doing too many things it does not enjoy.  I'm sure Diana will agree.

Remember, these snaps aren't about "you", they're about showing the hat a good time (and if you have fun, that's fine, too!)
L.

Me--
Yes, Ma'am.  Thank you for keeping me on the right track.  I'll have to find another hat to wear at the bank -- the serious kind, not one that is looking for a good time.
Don

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This bit of humor has nothing to do with the previous exchange --

A burglar breaks into a house one night. He shines his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark says, 'Jesus knows you're here.'

He nearly jumps out of his skin, clicks his flashlight off, and freezes.When he hears nothing more, after a bit, he shakes his head and continues.Just as he pulls the stereo out so he can disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he hears 'Jesus is watching you.'

Freaked out, he shines his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.  Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam comes to rest on a parrot. 



Did you say that?' he hisses at the parrot.

'Yep', says the parrot, then squawks, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he is watching you.'

The burglar relaxes. 'Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you ?'

'Moses,' replies the bird.

'Moses?' the burglar laughs. 'What kind of people would name a bird
Moses?'


'The kind of people that would name a Rottweiler Jesus.'