Another mans hat

Now there is something to be said about sibling love. But when it comes to another mans hat, the proverbial line needs to be drawn!

I woke this morning with a tingling in my head. The type that only one who drinks bud light could know. Not the debilitating type in which you make a mad rush for the Excedrin, trading head pain for a hole in your stomach. Just the ever so slight of "hey buddy, you had one too many last night and this knot in your noggin is just a friendly reminder of the fact."

The rectitude that it was Friday made things a little better as I proceeded through my morning routine. I thought "hey, today is casual Friday I think I am going to wear my new hat." As I gathered my belongings and began my trip to the door and off to the office, the last stop was to grab this beauty of a cover. After wandering around the house, already late looking for it, I was made aware that my younger sibling was last seen wearing it. Not once, but a hand full of occasions.

After exchanging text messages inquiring why my cap was so lawlessly taken, the reason I was given was that "I never wear it" and "I didnt know you could wear hats to work"

Strange, I wonder what else has disappeared from my closet and dresser that was determined to be of non use? Could a pair of my drawers be considered as open season as well?