I spent most of yesterday thrifting, and one of my purchases was an old man hat. Specifically, it is one of those tweed hats that an older British gentleman or perhaps Columbo might wear.
I fell in love with this hat, and wore it all day yesterday despite the fact that it smells strongly of moth balls. I feel it gives me a certain air of dignity, in the manner of a noir detective.
When I picked Mr. Awesome up at work he complimented me on it right away. I asked him if he thought the hat would give me the power to solve mysteries.
"Absolutely. Library mysteries!"
"Too bad there are already about ten different book series about librarians solving mysteries."
"Yeah. But you could solve REAL library mysteries. Like, 'The Mystery of What is That Guy's Problem?'"
"Totally! Or, 'The Case of What is that Bodily Fluid, and How Did It Get There?'"