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!
Um...don't mean to be picky, but it should be "c'est" not "cette"
ReplyDeleteThanks...I fixed it. My french consultant wasn't no call at midnight so I just had to make a guess.
ReplyDeleteI meant "wasn't on call"
ReplyDeleteWho cares what AT&T people think about your fanny pack...They're just CIA bottom feeders anyway.
ReplyDeleteI like how dad's bitter sociopolitical commentary has now infiltrated your blog as well. Besides dad, it doesn't matter who it is; you never want someone to think it's a fanny pack.
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