It's Irving Berlin's fault, not mine!

I really meant to have my taxes done by now, but they're not. I don't think I'll have them done by next weekend, and it's very possible I'll end up filing my return at the last possible second.

No real reason for this financial procrastination. It's not like I'm going to have to pay anything, or if I do, not much. It's just that I haven't felt like doing it. For that matter, I haven't felt like mowing the grass, washing the dishes, or changing the oil in my truck, either.

I'm lazy.

la-zy [lay-zee] adjective - zi·er, -zi·est, verb, -zied, -zy·ing. 1.averse or disinclined to work. 2.causing idleness or indolence. 3.slow-moving; sluggish. 4. Me.

(Finding that definition of "lazy" is the most work I've done all day, I guarantee!)

I don't know why I'm so lazy. I wasn't born with lazy genes. I don't think I learned it from my parents or siblings or cousins or regular, everyday people who seem to do very little work but get paid extremely well anyways (okay, that may be a cause), but I'm lazy, and I'm ashamed of it. Okay, maybe just partly ashamed.

I would try to change my ways, but that would take effort -- and I'm too lazy to apply any effort in that direction.

Wait a minute! I remember why I'm so lazy! It's because of that "Lazy" song in "Holiday Inn" staring Bing Crosby and Fred Astaire. That "Lazy" song by Irving Berlin that goes like this:




Yep, I'd probably be the most productive guy on the planet if it wasn't for that song.

So, if you ever need me to do something, and I appear "slow-moving," "sluggish," or "disinclined to work," don't blame me.

It's Irving Berlin's fault!

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