New Heights of Laziness

I woke up feeling very bleurgh today; whatever I have is not quite yet a cold, but there is some snottiness and fatigue and a general desire to lie on the couch in sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt, sipping a mix of Sunny D and Diet Seven-Up, and watching American Justice.

Sidenote- American Justice, Cold Case Files, Snapped...these are my comfort shows. I know that's totally weird, but there you have it. My ultimate favorite of these types of shows was the late, lamented Justice Files, a show that used to come on Discovery. It took all the true crime stories from 20/20, Dateline, and other news magazines and put them together under some sort of theme like "Women Who Kill" or "Neighbors Who Kill" or "Children Who Kill." As you can no doubt infer, it was AWESOME. I used to watch it every night before I went to bed (see again, "Rachel Is Odd.")

Anyway, one of the benefits of being self-employed (totally calling it that now. I have an agent; I am validated!) is that you can take as needed sick days, so that's what I'm doing today. So in the midst of all this lying around and true crime TV, I decided I should eat something to give my body fuel to fight the horrible, Plague-like infection that is no doubt brewing within. Luckily, I made Taco Soup not too long ago and had the foresight to freeze some. So I had my soup defrosting, some chips, some cheese, but no bowl. John and I did a lot of cooking over the weekend and neither of us has yet unloaded and then reloaded the dishwasher. Every single bowl I own is apparently dirty. Now, John and I own A LOT of bowls, thanks to everyone and their grandmother getting us some when we got married. Even though I only registered for the one set, I got those and TWO OTHER SETS THAT I HAD NOT REGISTERED FOR. Yeah. And no pots and pans, weirdly.

So, yeah, lots and lots of dishes. So many in fact, that we still have a box up in the cabinets full of dishes that we have never used. And we've been married for nearly 6 years, boys and girls.

You see where this is going, right?

So instead of fishing out one of my dirty bowls and cleaning it, I got a chair, pulled a nerver-been-used extra bowl from the cabinet, ran it under some water, and used it.

I think I have just broken my previous record for laziness, reached the last time I was not feeling well when I sent John a text message from the bedroom to bring me more Sprite.

Thank you, thank you. I could not have done this alone!