Button, Button, Who Has the Button? (ME)

The other night I was all comfy in the recliner and an episode of Seinfeld came on. I enjoy the show, but I'm not a HUGE fan or anything like that. I'll watch it if there's nothing else on. (My sons, however, have each and every episode practically memorized.) I was just winding down, getting ready to go to bed and it happened to come on after the news. I was going to turn the TV off in a few minutes anyway.

At the beginning of this particular episode, Jerry was doing his stand-up routine, as usual, and he began to talk about buttons. He mentioned the extra buttons you get with shirts, jackets, etc. Then he asked if it was really that difficult to find a brown button in a store, or something to that effect. He even commented about people who have all those buttons stashed in a drawer somewhere.

I almost raised my hand.

My nightstand drawer is my "junk" drawer. But, believe it or not, I know what's in there and where it is.

If you look carefully in this picture, you can see the laser pointer that we use to play with the cats, my ever present Lip Dew, a pair of toenail clippers, tweezers, a clothespin, eyedrops, Vicks inhaler, one of many hospital bracelets I've accumulated over the past few years, a pair of scissors, an orange shoestring (again, a toy for the cats), a random Q-tip, and of course....BUTTONS.

It's always nice to know that I fit into a category that Jerry Seinfeld addresses.

And for the record, this is only ONE corner of ONE drawer in my nightstand, and this is no way indicative of how I run my life. At least not in every way. But don't ask my family about that.