How lazy is lazy?
Yesterday (Saturday) I broke out the clippers (best 18 dollar investment ever though my lack of skill is clearly evident underneath my hat) and stood in the shower (not running) as I always do when I break out the clippers and did a bit of a clip around the old noggin and the cheeks (face cheeks ya weirdo’s).
The hair that fell has been sitting on the floor of the shower since then just waiting for me to sweep it up and warning me, in my dozen or so trips to the bathroom in the interim (I’m old – I trip to the bathroom a lot) that I’m going to be pissed if it’s still there tomorrow (Monday) morning.
Well, just now, I finally brought in the broom and dustpan … and leaned them up against the wall by the light switch.
Lazy takes small steps.