There is no photo. He refuses to be photographed. And I think he will not wear that hat again. It will go the way of the of the Jonas Brothers cap of last summer
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6 years ago
Wednesday, June 9, 2010
Tom's yearly hat fiasco.
Tom needed a hat to cover his balding skull now that the sun is shining in all its glory. I think he meant to copy Sam's British Pub-style hat, but he missed the mark slightly and instead bought a J.Lo hat. Or a Beyonce hat. Or Thomas the Train. Or one of those boys from newsies. It's surprising what a difference a couple of inches makes.
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Indeed. One hat humiliation per year is quite enough. I don't get it. What's wrong with the Jonas Brothers? What's wrong with an extra inch of height on my hat? But it's gone. Auf Wiedersehen, lieber Hut.
Oh, I want to see Tom channeling Beyonce. And singing "Put a Ring on It," too.
I MISS you guys.
I love that it seems as though Tom first posted his comment and then realized the computer was still logged in as Louise.
I also love it that this is the second difficulty in procuring a hat. Makes me smile.
I'm so happy to find that you have a blog. I have been thinking about you all week. (And no, you don't know me from Eve.)
Here's how it started. Some friends of mine started talking about writing in their journals -- actually, about how they never write in them. I piped in with my typical words of wisdom: "Never, ever try to play catch up, or you'll never start writing," and "Just set the timer for five minutes and write about whatever you're thinking about."
I attributed that advice to you, from a lecture you gave at BYU 10 years ago, and my friend (the daughter-in-law of Dierdre Paulsen, whom I think you know) recognized your name and loaned me your book, "Thoughts of a Grasshopper." There, on page 85 was that very lecture -- the one I've used as the basis of more Relief Society and Young Women lessons than I can count.
So thanks for the great advice and great example. Your lecture was one of the most memorable I attended at BYU, and it has changed the way I record my life. Loved the book, by the way. I've ordered a copy for myself, so I can quote you directly now.
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