fatdavid8

A few days ago, the Mausfrau left a message on our machine asking me to bring her laptop and purse in to work for her (note: since I've been granted tenure, I sleep in a bit). After my usual morning ablutions, I put on my clothes for the day, which included a brown belt and brown shoes, and grabbed her laptop and her purse, which was black, for her.

While making my way from the parking lot to the library, with laptop and dangling purse in hand, I espied a pride of goofy young frat boys in the distance.

"Dude, check it out!" I overheard one say to his buds. "Nice purse!"

As I approached them, I said, "Hey, jackass! This obviously isn't my purse, ok?" They looked a little apprehensive. One of them started to apologize, but I cut him off. "I mean, really! It totally doesn't go with these shoes!"

Then I winked at them and sashayed away with a little extra waggle to my ass.




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p.s., I don't normally put much in the way of personal/private detail in my journal, but I thought I'd mention that the Mausfrau and I are splitting up, so this'll probably be the end of Mausfrau stories.