As I awoke to yet another sub-freezing morning, I wandered around in the gloom looking for some sort of hat to wear. While I don't have much trouble running in very cold temperatures in shorts, I prefer to have my ears covered. Failing to find what I needed, I resorted to the laundry basket:
Of course, wearing clothes in ways not originally intended is nothing new for me. Here, my dad and I pioneered the now famous sleeve-into-a-hat technique:
My mother refers to this is as the lobotomy-patient look [;-)
