Beware the Viking Cometh, or the adventures of a hat.

The first hint that our household was about to be turned upside-down was seeing this visage one night when I awoke.  All had changed.  The Viking Cometh.

beward the viking cometh

What I didn’t realize at the time is that a hat had invaded my life and glommed onto me. There was something mystical yet annoying about this hat.  It did odd things and in odd ways.

Like the time it went missing.

I searched and searched for the hat.  I mean, seriously, who knows what a Viking hat on the loose might actually do?  And then there it was.  Sitting on top of our pink crystal light. Some mystical flashback to the Vikings sailing under the Aurora Borealis?

viking hat on crystal lampLook at this.  It’s acting like it belongs right on top of that lamp.  Of course, our house could have burned down.  The trickster.

But the mystical tricks were just starting.  Can you imagine?  It tried to turn me into a Jawa Viking.  Please.  I was having none of that.

jawa viking2

I thought that perhaps the hat would be better behaved in public.  So we took the hat pumpkin picking with us.  Oh man, what a bad idea.  I mean, I knew by this point that the hat had a mind of its own.  But the hat tried to drive the car. IT TRIED TO DRIVE THE CAR.  I about had it after that.

What did it think? That it could change gears while not looking out the windshield? I tossed that thing in the back seat so fast its head was spinning. Silly, dangerous hat.

driving Viking hat

 

 

 

Now Viking hat turned into pouting hat.  So what does it do when we get to the pumpkin patch?  It jumps out of the car and tries to hide in plain sight.  A little obvious, don’t you think?

hidden in plain sight vikingHellooooooo we still see you.

Okay.  I admit it.  Maybe the hat and I have some characteristics in common.  I, too, like to be in the middle of things.  So when the hat flew off the gourd and onto my head just to get in the picture, I couldn’t blame it too much.

dykemans                                                                                                    *sigh* There it goes again.  IMG_4192

 

 

 

Phew! What a long day.  Even a Viking Hat needs a rest now and then.

sleeping viking  I had accepted the fact that this hat was with us for the long haul.  And even understood when I began to feel half-Irish, half-Viking.half irish half viking But then the hat went completely out of control.  It began to breed.

breeding viking socksThe Viking Come With.

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20 Responses to Beware the Viking Cometh, or the adventures of a hat.

  1. Paul says:

    Sounds like you turned that viking hat into a backseat driver just in time! I also learned a new word from this – “glommed”. I like it!

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  2. Glazed says:

    Be careful with viking hats. They’ve been known to rape and pillage entire villages.

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  3. Glommed? Heehee! Viking hats are cool. Now that you have the socks too…here comes the fun!

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  4. That hat is awesome. Now I want one. Maybe you should breed it and sell the offspring.

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  5. Barb Knowles says:

    John, just think of the mischief your hat could into in Canada…

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  6. This could be your Elf on a Shelf…

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  7. Barb Knowles says:

    Reblogged this on saneteachers and commented:

    As it was 36 F this morning, I brought out my viking hat. This is a good time to share my post from last December. After being in the closet for 6 months, who knows what this hat will get up to this winter. Brace yourselves…

    Like

  8. Ann Coleman says:

    You are so funny! And who knew that hats could reproduce?

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