And eating a box of Little Debbie’s Swiss Cake Rolls is not an option:
- Search Apple Music for covers of “Here Comes the Sun”.
- Arrange same alphabetically by artist in your phone. (You may need your charger for this.)
- Tune into CNN and count how many times Erin Burnett blinks in any given 20 minute segment. You could also start a list of reasons why Anderson Cooper’s make-up artist wants you to believe he has chalk running through his vein instead of blood. (It’s scary some days!)
- Take apart your fidget spinner, clean the ball bearings, and reassemble. (Didn’t know that’s what’s in those weirdly soothing little suckers, did ya?)
- Watch someone else do that – wayyyyy easier.
- Prepare English language translation of the scat from your favorite jazz tune (e.g., “shoobie do ah doobie-o! might really mean “which part of ‘no dogs on the couch’ did you fuckers not understand?”).
- Try to remember who taught you how to blow bubbles with your gum. I don’t remember who taught me, but I do remember nearly choking about 10 times. Slow learner, I guess.
- Color commentate an entire profession football game speaking only like Yoda. (Baseball would be too easy. At the beginning of about the 3rd inning — Ted: Boring this is. Agnes: Agree do I. — followed by about 4 1/2 hours of radio silence.)
- Come up with a way – once and for all – to tell which side is “up” on your hearing aide battery. (I know there are only 2 sides, you’d think it would be easy, especially after 3 years. EVERY TIME I start off with the wrong side up.)
- Explain to Hallmark that if they can get $9 for a card with a single sequin on it (blank inside for personal message), then they can surely get at least that much for your innovative line of Curse Word Cards (Best sellers might include: (card front) FUCK THE FUCK OFF. (inside card) But only until I finish my coffee, then you may speak. Oh, and thank you for brining it to me. Out! Or: (card front) GODDAM YOU! You fucking (check all that apply) Ass clown, Ass hat, Asshole, Dickhead, Dick-wad, Prick, Bell end, Cocksucker! (inside card) You never call me any more. I miss you.
You could read a book, I guess. If you’re into that. I don’t judge.
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