The Businessman loves costumes. He spends the entire year collecting costume parts, drooling over nasty, cheap wigs, wishing I spent more time sewing garments destined for his costume closet, and dreaming of the costume store he wants to open in his retirement.

I keep telling him this cannot coexist with our Mini-Golf Course in Kauai (my retirement dream is Hawaii--he just needs something to keep him busy) but he just won't listen.

Last night I got the announcement that today is Crazy Hat Day in VBS. It is reassuring to know we have an endless supply of "Crazy Hat Day" props.



What I Made:

Thanks to the fates who love to amuse themselves by watching my life, I had to break into the rainy-day cabinet this week, the first week of Summer vacation. I have seriously depleted my supplies, which makes the Wii seem more like an investment rather than a frivolous purchase.



Vicious won't wear his because he's afraid I might wash them. My green fingers have done nothing to convince him the dye doesn't wash out.