They’re everywhere
Call me a killjoy, but I don’t think I will ever be the kind of woman who joins the Red Hat Society.
No offense.
share:
Call me a killjoy, but I don’t think I will ever be the kind of woman who joins the Red Hat Society.
No offense.
share:
Red Hat Society = Twilight for Boomers
They used to have their monthly meeting at my University’s cafeteria. When they were done with lunch they would sing for us all. I’m sure you can imagine how well that went over with a cafeteria full of twenty year olds!
I have thought the same thing for some time now.
I don’t think you’re the sort either.
What a killjoy. I’m guessing you have no love for the elk club or the Shriners huh? Pppssh
OMG.
I had to google “Red Hat Society” since I’ve never heard of it, and the first line that came up said, “Organization of women who meet for tea wearing red hats and purple dresses.” Is that really all it is?! Really!? Is it a southern thing?
Yes you will join the Red Hat Society. Because your best friend will take any excuse possible to wear a fun hat, and your best friend is totally the type that would join a random silly club, and I will convince you to join with me.
And then you’ll be elected president. Because that’s what happens to Annie Parsons.
Or at least, you’ll be made Foremost Champion Red Hat Blogger. :)
Never say never. That’s all I’m sayin’.
(I look forward to the post 50 years hence where you eat your words, totally red-hatted and purple-dressed…)
;)
Welcome to my world… in my line of work… they ARE everywhere.
Let’s start a new hat society so that when we enter the AARP stage of life… we’ll have made it cool to wear pink cowboy hats with blue leather riding boots. Or whatever we decide is becoming to our gray hair.
I love that Debbie used the word “becoming.” That’s what my grandmother says.
Oh God. I feel old now.