It mattereth not to me!
Nor should it to ye!
Actually, it's bated. Bated breath, not baited breath.
But hey, whatever floats your boat, baby.
I mean baited breath could have a negative connotation. Bait, often use in fishing is typically quite smelly, hence that kind of baited breath can kill or maim any potential friends or acquaintances within a five mile radius.
But regular bated breath may or may not be smelly.
Depends on what you ate for lunch.
And if you floss regularly.
However, I've got bated breath right now.
Can you hear it?
Sounds huffy and puffy.
All this past week, I've been randomly shrieking around the house or in the car, "I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!"
My family has not appreciated it very much. I often catch them off guard. And the startles, whilst amusing, have produced less than stellar consequences. Food spills much?
But I can't help myself!
Just four more days of bated breath and then...
I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!
Woops, sorry. Apparently, it can happen ANYwhere. Even in cyberland.
Yes, The Hunger Games movie starts THIS Friday and they got me: hook, line, and sinker.
Never mind about the bait.
Just be there with or without bated or baited breath!
Don't got bait or bate?
I've got your bated or baited covered too.
Just in case.
The things I do for my readers.
B.S. No Tributes were harmed during the production of this post.