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.
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.