We went out to lunch Sunday to Tumbleweed. As they were bringing out our meal, this lady almost collided with the waitress. And she was wearing this hat that was just not a good fit for her. It was horrid. Really. All I could imagine was a bunch of feathers in my steak.
After she left, DH asked what I was giggling about. I asked him if he saw her hat.
He said, "Yeah. That's Easter for 'ya. Jesus was resurrected and a thousand birds died so little old ladies can have an excuse to wear hideous hats once a year."
After she left, DH asked what I was giggling about. I asked him if he saw her hat.
He said, "Yeah. That's Easter for 'ya. Jesus was resurrected and a thousand birds died so little old ladies can have an excuse to wear hideous hats once a year."
Sounds like something my DH would say.
