Weekly Update
i'm lazy.
this isn't a new development or anything, i just thought that some one out there might appreciate this news.
other people are lazy too, INDEED! but i think that at times, some people believe that THEY are special or something. like--- maybe THEY have some special gift of laziness that no one else can compete with.
THEY are wrong.
to illustrate my point, i will share a story which will SHOCK and AWE... in november, when i first came to buenos aires, i requested addresses and contact info from a number of friends, with the promise of a special "hi from argentina" postcard. i bought the postcards. i bought the international stamps ($2/each). i licked the stamps (bleh!), pasted them on the cards, and addressed them and wrote short postcard sized personal messages on each one.*
it was a lot of work for a lazy person. it exhausted me so much that, five months later, i still haven't been able to muster up the energy to drop those postcards in the mail.
*by the way, i HATE postcard messages. You only have enough space to say "Hi _____, it's me and I'm here in _____. I'm having lots of ____ and I could barely walk today because my ____ was so sore. Talk to you soon, ______"... BORING!
this isn't a new development or anything, i just thought that some one out there might appreciate this news.
other people are lazy too, INDEED! but i think that at times, some people believe that THEY are special or something. like--- maybe THEY have some special gift of laziness that no one else can compete with.
THEY are wrong.
to illustrate my point, i will share a story which will SHOCK and AWE... in november, when i first came to buenos aires, i requested addresses and contact info from a number of friends, with the promise of a special "hi from argentina" postcard. i bought the postcards. i bought the international stamps ($2/each). i licked the stamps (bleh!), pasted them on the cards, and addressed them and wrote short postcard sized personal messages on each one.*
it was a lot of work for a lazy person. it exhausted me so much that, five months later, i still haven't been able to muster up the energy to drop those postcards in the mail.
*by the way, i HATE postcard messages. You only have enough space to say "Hi _____, it's me and I'm here in _____. I'm having lots of ____ and I could barely walk today because my ____ was so sore. Talk to you soon, ______"... BORING!
1 Comments:
it must run in the family...
Right now my newspaper box is so full that the delivery person has resorted to bagging the newspapers & throwing them in my driveway. Do I get my lazy butt out there & pick up the papers? No, that would require making up to 3 trips into the house: the first with Ava; the second with the diaper bag, purse & daily paraphernilia; and the third for the 4 days' worth of newspapers. Incidentally, Zach manages to get the mail every day so he's RIGHT THERE but hasn't brought in the papers either. I suspect he is suffering from the lazies, too.
See, whoever brings in the papers then has to decide what to do with them. Taking them to the recycle bin may take another week...
Love, K
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