No more sombreros for Mami, thanks.

There are two kinds of people in this world:

• Those who look good in hats
• And the rest of us.

I was still massaging my bruised ego from The Trampoline Debacle yesterday.  And I had some other problems with orders and customers that put me in a blue funk.  So, Amy took me to dinner at Disneyland to cheer me up. We watched fireworks and it "snowed" on us - that fake snow, of course. And only for the length of the song, "White Christmas."  But it really was a lovely evening and helped so much to get me back into a cheerful mood.

But she made me wear The Hat.

The-Mickey-Mouse-Ears-Santa-Hat.

She looks terrific in hats. She has been wearing them since the day I brought her home from the hospital.

But I do NOT. No adult Cuban woman should be caught dead wearing this.
Still I was so grateful to her, that I dutifully wore The Hat.

My ego is taking such a beating this week - but Amy looks adorable. =D

(Gracias, Mimi!)