Does anyone need a hat rack?

Another hot day is coming to an end here in Missipi. I know that's not how you spell it, it's how we say it though. We started out our day cleaning out closets and drawers and the like. Hubs started it all. I heard him in closet moving things around, and he said he was going to 5S around here. At first I ignored him thinking he had picked up some more silly slang from one of the kids movies,,,,then he came and got the trash can...and started filling it up. Apparently, 5S is a business strategy they use at his work. It means throw away junk you don't need. I guess my term sounds a little less professional than "5S". There are apparently 5S's like sort, store, standardize, shine, sustain. Sounds great doesn't it? I have a few S's of my own, shove(it under the bed) stick(it behind the couch)stow (it behind the closet door) Sit (down and rest).
Whilst cleaning out the closets many treasures were found. One being a hat rack I purchased on which to store the many ball caps we(I use the term we loosely) collect. It was laying on the floor and S saw it and wanted to know what it was, I explained that is a hat rack, to which my four year old said " you know sissy, like Shadrack, Meshack and Abednego....... this made me laugh until I flat out snorted. I could not contain myself..... the thought of Nebuchadnezzar meeting Hatrack, Shadrack, Meshack and Abednego, just thrilled me to the core of my being. I think God probably laughed out loud when he heard that. I think he laughs don't you???

After the clean out was complete, we had to go our separate ways, Hubby and oldest to visit Poppy, and E and I to a birthday party. Hubby announced to me that he had come to a milestone in his life and feels that he is now ready to wear black calf length socks with shorts. Ummm,. no, I don't think so.
The birthday party was fun, hot, but fun. They had slip and slides and kid sized pools set up for all the little ones to splash and play in. I've never wanted to throw my body on a piece of wet plastic so bad in all my life. But, I'm sure the child's parents could not have afforded the therapy it would have taken the children to get over my flinging myself down the slip and slide. My legs were sweating again...