There was a time in your life that you were forced to think on your own, cook your own food, wash your own clothes, clean up after yourself, etc, etc, etc.........
All by yourself, no parents, no significant others, no room mates, just you.....
One day it hits you, a brilliant moment of clarity, the ringing strike of a metronome. Yes, I am talking about stupid bachelor(ette) tricks.
I will share one that I use to this day. Piles of newspapers are strategically located throughout my house. Not big piles mind you, just yesterday (or yesterday's yesterday) paper. In a temporary holding pattern before the recycle bin. Never know when you might need newspaper. Gave the dog one too many bites of pizza, you are covered. Spill your drink? just move the pile over and it will suck it right up. Sneeze while typing away at the keyboard, no problem. My favorite, sloppy joe night and you want to watch something on TV. Just get horizontal, cover yourself from belt to neck in newspaper, plate on belly, get happy. Don't even have to take off your shirt.
So fess' up. Whatcha got????
All by yourself, no parents, no significant others, no room mates, just you.....
One day it hits you, a brilliant moment of clarity, the ringing strike of a metronome. Yes, I am talking about stupid bachelor(ette) tricks.
I will share one that I use to this day. Piles of newspapers are strategically located throughout my house. Not big piles mind you, just yesterday (or yesterday's yesterday) paper. In a temporary holding pattern before the recycle bin. Never know when you might need newspaper. Gave the dog one too many bites of pizza, you are covered. Spill your drink? just move the pile over and it will suck it right up. Sneeze while typing away at the keyboard, no problem. My favorite, sloppy joe night and you want to watch something on TV. Just get horizontal, cover yourself from belt to neck in newspaper, plate on belly, get happy. Don't even have to take off your shirt.
So fess' up. Whatcha got????
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