Cowboy

Fairy Queen here. The best thing happened to me yesterday! I was deep in the heart of the world's best book store (rhymes with owls), searching out a book for Phrodaux (The Good Life Lab, by the way; he highly recommends it). I reached the top of a staircase, looked up, and there he was: a cowboy. As in straight out of the St. Paul Rodeo sort of cowboy. Young enough to still have that round, boyish face, just a hint of beard. Wranglers, belt buckle, plaid shirt. And the hat; of course he had the hat.

But none of that is the best thing. The best thing is that he tipped that hat at me with the barest twitch of a smile and I SWEAR I could hear the implied "Howdy, ma'am" in that courtly little gesture. For once I didn't mind the "ma'am."

This is not the cowboy's hat. This is Phrodaux's, on our kitchen island. Still. Everyone loves a hat.