Well, not the whole thing, just part of
it. It came from a book I ordered from a discount book catalog about two years
ago. Being a lazy man, and it being much easier to order books than to
actually read them, I am only just now getting to it. It's pretty funny, at
least the first few pages are anyway. I doubt if I'll get much further. It's
called "How to Do Things Right or The Revelations of a Fussy Man" or
something like that. I can't remember who it is by, and, being a truly lazy
man, I don't feel like running upstairs to see...
But I liked the title, so I borrowed it
- rather than thinking of something entirely new and creative myself.
Except that, not at all being a fussy
man, the kind who folds his socks and arranges them neatly in his drawer - mine
are all just heaped in there, fending for themselves among the tattered
underwear and T-shirts - at least I had the decency to make the more truthful
correction. I may be lazy, but I try to be honest. Most of the time. Unless you
ask me how I like your new haircut...
So why, then, would a lazy man adopt
five children all at one time? Actually, it makes perfect sense.
Being a lazy man, I had no idea what
real work is.
Now I know.