Kat and the hat

My mother thinks I look good in hats.

My father used to make me wear a hat when I'd leave the house with wet hair.

My favorite hat is a black Stetson cowboy hat but I never wear it.

David says when I put on Annie’s pink knit Yankees hat it doesn’t look good with my skin color, but I know what he really thinks is that I look ridiculous in it.

I don’t wear a hat in the rain or carry an umbrella.

Every time I hug my friend Frank, I knock off his baseball hat.

My brother Michael has a ten-gallon hat that he wears when he wants to embarrass me.

I have a sheepskin hat that I paid $100 for, but the collar of my jacket pushes up its flaps and makes it come off.

I've been holding a hat for for my friend Natassa while she cares for her mother in Greece.

Annie teases me when on below zero days I wear a hat that covers my head and my face.

It's cute when babies angrily pull off their hats.

The only kind of hat I like on a man is a knit cap.

I once complained that someone was complaining that our doorman wasn't wearing his hat.

It makes me sad that I've forgotten what kind of hat my father wore in winter.

When Annie wears her red hat I call her my little red marble.

I think I look good in a black beret.

I wore the hat pictured here when I was out tonight.