Last year I did a photo of some of my hats and it seemed appropriate for this year too ( you must wear a hat for the derby!). I dragged all the hats in the house out, set them on the couch, focused the camera, and then, BAM, Little Miss Ham Bone had to jump into the picture.
If I were a braver person I would have tried to stick one on her head but since I am going out in public this evening I thought it best to forego the bandages that would have resulted in such a foolish attempt.
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Speaking of the Derby.. every year, I pick my horse when they do the walk from the paddock to the gate.. I picked the winner! My BF picked the number two horse. We couldn't believe it! Too bad I didn't bet the house, I'd be rich.
I picked my horse because of that jockey, mostly. He's the coolest.
How'd you do?
ps .. cats... knuckle heads, all of them I tell ya!
We got home just in time to see the race run. It didn't feel like Derby Day here. In Kentucky, Derby is EVERYWHERE.
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