THE GLAD HATTER

The Wog wears many hats. And by that I do not mean that she's multi-talented (but, of course, she is). No, The Wog literally wears many hats, and has done so since she was an itty bitty baby. They look particularly fetching on her.

Today was our first fall-ish day so The Wog and I headed out to the park. On our way we made our usual stop at the post office where a crowd (I'm not exaggerating--an actual CROWD) of people surrounded us to admire The Wog in her purple hat. (Hats off, by the way, to The Wog's Great Aunt Gloria, for this very cute addition to her hat wardrobe.) People were coming into the post office just to see The Wog in her hat because they'd heard the buzz outside on the sidewalk.

Was she deserving of their attentions? You be the judge.



We then proceeded to the park, where The Wog attempted to put grass,leaves, cellophane wrappers and many other inedible things in her mouth.



Here she is, stalking something delicious.