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Hatified Baby Dehats, Rehats Brother
Posted by Brendan on Wednesday, October 29 @ 02:00:00 PST

Hatified by a Seussified noggin lid.

I wake up chipper, which I'm told is a real asset since most people awaken all grouchy and stuff. I don't even require coffee to make any of my mornings throughout any given day chipper. Not even when I'm awoken and promptly hatified.


Old people always complain about being tired throughout the day, but you'll rarely hear such a complaint out of me. I know the solution is just to get more sleep and I'm not afraid to take the time to get my beauty rest. My parents, for instance, only sleep like once a day and then it's usually in the eight-hour range. My brother does it too and supplements it with a single nap. No wonder they’re irritable, I sleep over half my life and my moods are always pretty much stellar.

The only downside to it all is that I miss some stuff during other people's awake time. On this partickly day I woke up to some odd festivity where I was bestowed with a foppish hat. Handsome, stylish and dapper, all true, so I took it in good stride.


Struggling to dehat oneself can be challenging but rewarding.

Not one to take any game half-heartedly, I monkeyed with it until I was able to dehat myself, give it my own good loud tonguing and pass it on to my brother. Since I napped through the introduction to the game, I had to wing it, but I figured I couldn't be too far off the mark with my guess.

It's only now, many paragraphs later, that I realize how absurd this whole article is. Am I talking about hats, sleeping, or moods? I'm not even sure, but the moral of the story is still quite clear. Not to me, of course, but hopefully to you.

* Since "de-gift" and "re-gift" are both legitimate words, as I learned on the documentary "Seinfeld," then all these variants of the verb "hat" are also equally valid.



Pictured here conferring with the judges as to the finer points on the rules of the game.




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