If you recognize the title of this post you are a true child of the 70s. It is from Fat Albert and it WAS my husbands favorite joke. That is until we started dating.
I work Saturdays. All day Saturday. 7 hours of lecturing and this is what I am going to be wearing (I always wear the same thing on Saturday that I do on Thursday because it makes my life easier and the classes are at different colleges so who's to know?)
That said, what I am I doing the night before? Preparing my lecture? No. Grading papers? No. Drinking cheap wine and blogging...BINGO.