The Husband dyed a hat!!!!
It was a horrific khaki-like color (there's a reason the thrift store was only asking for a dollar). Now, it's a beautiful navy color that matches the Husband's mechanic clown costume.
The only problem is...I told him to wash the pot. I come home from the Son's friend's birthday party on Saturday and I find a pot with traces of dye all in it in my kitchen sink. Sitting there. Waiting. Screaming "Please wash me as I am a pot you still want to cook with!!!!"
Luckily, I think we'll all live the next time we cook in that pot. After all, I did wash it.
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