Don't forget this title if I suddenly stop posting. Its not because I lost interest in Mad Dad. Its because I'm likely dead. Or near dead. From poisons or something.

Anyway, The Mad Wife finally made my hat. I was pretty excited until I remembered a conversation we had about a year ago. You see, there were a dozen excuses as to why she wouldn't make this damn hat, but the one she kept coming back to was superstition. Have you ever heard of the knit hat curse? I'm pretty sure its made up, but she's Irish so what are you going to do?

The knit hat curse states that if you ever make a significant other a knit hat, or other knit product (I think it may extend to anything hand made), it will curse the relationship.

"That's such bullshit! You've made me stuff before and we're still together."

"Yeah, but I've never made you a knit hat. I didn't finish the hat before because I was afraid we'd break up. But now that we're married, I assume you'd just die or something. I don't want you to die."

A year later and now I have a knit hat. What did I do wrong? Hell if I know. At least I'll die with my head wrapped in wool.

Thanks for nothing, the Irish.

To be fair, it's a really really nice hat.