El Sombrero

So I woke up yesterday to this giant sombrero on my kitchen table. No, I am not making this up. I had no idea where it came from. Somehow it was not there when I went to bed and was there when I sat down to breakfast.

Here's me: La de da, let's sit down with my peanut butter toast and chocolate milk. Thank goodness the kids are asleep so I can enjoy my faux Reese's in peace.

La de da... hmmm? What's this? There's a giant purple sombrero where I should be sitting down to devour my wannabe candy breakfast? Why, I wonder how that got here!

La de da... oh, well, never me mind, I'll just eat my succulent substitute over on the couch. Maybe someday I'll solve this mystery, but for now, I think I'll take pictures of everyone wearing the strange sombrero when they wake up!

La de da...












So how did this beautiful monstrosity land on my kitchen table between the hours of 11 p.m. and 6 a.m.?

Oh, Conrad's coworker found it lying on top of a dumpster and decided he should have it last night while they worked the late shift.

'Cause, you know, he looks in desperate need of a gargantuan purple and gold head topper (Vikings anyone?).





Anyway, it looked clean enough, and I Febreezed it to death with antimicrobial Febreeze so we're all good, in case you're squeamish about such things.