The banana man

Apparently someone felt that I needed a bib. So I received this adult version of a bib for my birthday. Granted I am messy and an apron is something I certainly can make use of. This particular one has more pockets than Captain Kangaroo’s buddy, The Banana Man. 

To be fair though, an apron, for me anyway, is just like wearing a napkin. I was forever wiping my hands on my belly while I was cooking this past Sunday. This seems like a bad habit to get into. I see myself at some elegant dinner party eating ribs and wiping my hands on the front of my shirt. Although I suppose an elegant dinner party generally doesn’t include ribs. And I don’t suppose I’ll be invited to that many of them in the near future. And possibly never if I keep wiping my hands on myself.

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