FatBats

So yeah, there’s some seasonal issues that happen for me in fall.  This week I commenced the traditional announcing of the things I deem stupid, which currently are: lengthy discussions of the internet of things, hipsters, and FitBits – probably because I’m not “fit” and it’s a(n immature) way of handling my jealousy of the fit.

Me: “FITbits.” (snort)  “You know what I’M gonna invent? FatBats.”

Him: “FatBats??”

Me: “Yup. When I reach for another cookie, someone grabs a FatBat^TM and conks me over the head with it.”