July 22 - C'est une fanny pack?

Hung over from the weekend. No drinking, just worn out. Seems like everyone is...lots of nodding heads. I even watched one student dozing while her dog proceeded to eat the entire contents of her bait apron. Probably should of woken her but, well, I didn't want to expend the energy.

About the bait aprons...
I feel I should warn you if you ever see me about town wearing my bait apron, no it's not a fanny pack.

I pretty much keep my bait apron on during all waking hours and sometimes I forget and wear it to bed. It has a habit of nestling in right under one of my fat rolls where it hides till morning. Ultimately I discover it when I strip to take a shower the next morning. (I should probably mention that while it's not to be mistaken for a fanny pack, it does make an excellent loin cloth! ;)
Today, when I went to replace the cell phone I drown in a cup of water, I showed up at the cell phone store wearing my bait apron. The staff at AT&T were great to work with. They switched out my phone and even helped me get a new 816 phone number instead of a St Louis area code, but I couldn't help but feel their stares and glances. Their eyes said it all, "Is she REALLY wearing a...fanny pack?"

It's not a fanny pack, damn it! It's a bait apron!