I believe in cutting corners if it means I have more time to do nothing.
Large hat? Too lazy to sunscreen my face.
Bangs? Acne treatment for my forehead.
I even bought an adorable reminder of this very goal — something to encourage me to continue my lazy path.
Of course, it’s a catch-22. The desire to do nothing pushing me to invent more ways to be lazy. The constant conflict of doing more to do less, but I am strong. Well, not too strong because I obviously don’t ever workout. After the third jar, Scott recently suggested I should work on my grip strength, but I’ve decided to just not eat anything out of jars. Or invent something that opens jars. Like a Scott. Done and off to the pool.