Udders

So, the other day I dressed up as a cow to get a free sandwich at Chick-fil-a. Last night someone found a rubber glove in my backpack (a leftover udder). They pulled it out and showed it to my class. My only defense: "don't worry about it". Could I not have just said "Oh, I was a cow the other night."

That said, I have lost respect from my predominately middle aged professional peers. I will now be the 20 something girl that carries a rubber glove in her backpack for the remainder of the year.