What do you do when....
... your boss asks you for something he/she asked you to do 2 days ago?
... a customer asks you for something he/she asked you for 2 weeks ago?
... your son asks you for another Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle to add to his 12 other Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles eventhough there are only 4 freakin' Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles?
... your neighbour wants to borrow your power tools for 'a little project'?
... your wife/husband/significant other asks you to do something you can't possibly do after the 8 beers and 7 shots you just had?
Answer to all of the above:
Just fake it as best you can and move on.
P.S. Question - if you (a) believe in a god/deity of some sort and (b) think that by not recycling something you are damaging the Earth, does that mean that not recycling is a sin? and, by extension, does that mean that every single time you don't recycle (even if it is because it is extremely inconvenient) you are committing a sin?
That is of course only relevant if you believe in a god/deity.
See http://richarddawkins.net/godDelusion
Not saying that I agree with Mr. D. (there are some serious flaws in his arguments) but it's interesting nonetheless. Maybe if I'm already almost comatose one day I might take the time to read it...or I might just watch 'The Facts of Life - Season 3 DVD' I borrowed from the library. Gotta love Blair, Natalie, Tootie and Jo - even with the ridiculous episode where Jo decides to start a pizza business in the boarding school kitchen. 1980's racially motivated stereotypical hillarity at its best. See also 'Perfect Strangers' - Balky, Balky, Balky, where are you now?
Ahh Mrs. Garrett, who loves ya baby?
Gotta turn my brain off now and get back to work.
Eat your veggies. Your mother loves you.
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Fake it 'til you make it, baby. That's my motto.
Is it weird that The Facts of Life has come up in conversation at least 10 times in the last 3 weeks? Do you have a crush on Mrs. Garrett too?
Not so much a crush as 'motherly endearment'. I think her amble bosom would be a nice place to rest your head a take a peaceful snooze.
There's gotta be something Freduian in there for sure, but then again, sometimes a cigar is just a cigar...ask Monica.
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