Laziness

What you can't see behind these five open boxes of Rice Chex on the top of my fridge are four more boxes, also opened. Actually they're all empty...except for one. I just have been too lazy to pull them off the top of the fridge, throw out the inner bag, cut off the Box Top square and compress them down for recycling.

Laura caught me this morning trying to guess which box of the nine boxes was still full so that I could pour myself a bowl--a little game I play each morning--and I tried to engage her in my game: "Tell me, Laura, which one should I pick? The one on the end? Smack dab in the center? Which one looks like it has a greater gravitational pull than the others to you?" She did not think I was funny. She started making suggestions. "Why don't you just keep the full one in the same place everytime?" She does not understand that that would totally defeat the purpose of the game. "Or better yet," she continued. "Why don't you just throw out the empty boxes?"

Um, probably for the same reason that I am blogging about this, Laura, instead of washing these:

(In case you were wondering, the non-empty box is exactly in the center. And now I must go wash some dishes, darn it.)