How to waste a Saturday

In My Humble Opinion
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All right…
I have just had the most boring Saturday in recorded history, helping my family organise their towels - no, not kidding. It has taken us seven hours to organise the towels. Seven hours.
And so I put it to you all - has anyone ever spent a day doing anything more pointless than this?

Raven

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Wow - I don’t think so.

Just out of curiosity, exacty how many towels do you people have?

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How many towels? A lot. My family are somewhat like nomads, seeing as we’ve lived in hospital accomodation for seventeen years, moving every year or so, and taking all the towels with us when we leave.
Damn it, I knew we should have counted!

Raven

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organizing towels? foreign concept to me. I wash and dry and fold and cram them into the appropriate linen closets. All of my laundry doesn’t take 7 hours…

As for wasting a Saturday - I just spent too much time mowing the lawn - it’s so hot, I had to take several breaks to rehydrate. Now that I’m done, it’s thundering - the rain will rinse the driveway, and maybe cool things down a bit. I’ll waste the rest of the day on line. But that’s not really a waste, is it? Sharing my knowledge? Dispensing my wisdom? Spreading my philosophy?

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Posting to the SDMB of course.:stuck_out_tongue:

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Tilling, weeding, clearing, planting & harvesting my father’s back yard “garden” … as he called it. He worked us like we were prisoners in a gulag Saturdays for decades.

For all that we produced from the strip of well picked over dirt, he called a garden, some years we could easily have produced something on the order of a smallish squash & leaf of spinach per Saturday of backbreaking labor.

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You should have gone beyond just organizing them - you should have organized them into an elite and dealy fighting force, the likes of which have never been seen. Then you could have taken over the world with your Terrycloth Terrors! Mwahaha!

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it sounds a little odd, but it was important to someone. they owe you one, though.

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I think I sometimes waste a day when I do nothing. But that recharges my batteries, so to speak. So I guess it’s not a waste. The towels. That sounds boring. If I had to do that, I’d listen to music or have the tv on, I suppose. Or maybe have the telephone speaker phone on & catch up with people.

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My Saturdays are a bit more boring than most people’s:

  1. Start the day by raping a small country of all it’s natural resources.
  2. Breakfast: two eggs, 5 strips of bacon, whole wheat toast, bowl of Lucky Charms and a large OJ.
  3. Reorganize my harem. Alphabetize by hair color.
  4. Discuss business with my Illuminati brethren.
  5. One hour lunch: simple three-course meal w/fruit. Wrap up by hurling dishes at servants.
  6. 3-4 hours of browsing Internet and submitting inappropriate posts on the SDMB. Overpaid servants reorganize my international towel collection at this time.
  7. Think of cool new names for country from item #1.
  8. Terrorize my kids (1 hour).
  9. 7-course meal served by Britney Spears clones in ancient Roman attire. Entertainment provided by dropping the clones into pits with assorted ravenous African wildlife.
  10. Make prank calls to national leaders and threaten world domination. I usually collect one new swear word in a language I don’t speak.
  11. Bedtime. I usually have Lisa Marie Presley tuck me in and sing lullabys but sometimes I’ll have Mei Xiang the giant Panda do it instead.
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The best wasted Saturdays include the following:

  1. The big screen TV on the deck and 3 must-see movies.

  2. Mr. Honey and Moi in the double hammock on the deck.

  3. A cooler full of ice cold St. Pauli Girl.

  4. Sliced pepperoni, extra sharp cheese and crackers.

  5. A nice summer breeze. Ahhhh summer, there’s nothing quite like it.

I don’t however, see this as a wasted Saturday. This is a re-connect, un-wind, remember-what-makes-you-happy Saturday.
:slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile: :slight_smile:

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Homer: [Sitting on couch, holding up a sock. Santa’s Little Helper has bitten the sock and is hanging by his teeth, slowly turning back and forth] Yeah, it’s a lazy dog-dangling afternoon…