Every day, every time you see me, I'm working
This has been a strenuous Memorial Day weekend so far. It may look like I’m just playing golf, drinking beer, and sleeping on the couch. But given my line of work, this all counts as, well, work. And continually having to remind everyone that I am constantly working – that I am never off the clock – is exhausting.
Let me give you an example.
My daughter, a straight-A student in the midst of studying for final exams, came downstairs a few minutes ago to find me lightly dozing on the couch.
“Dad,” she said, “all you do is play golf, come home, and sleep on the couch. Don’t you ever have to work?”
Deeply offended, I responded, “For your information, I am working right now.”
“How?” she asked, incredulously.
“This morning,” I explained, “right around sunrise, I slipped on a pair of Everyday Silktouch Boxer Briefs by Tani. I’m testing them because I have to write about them.”
“You’re wearing underwear, so that counts as working?”
“Yes. Now leave me alone. I’m concentrating.”
“Ugh! You are so annoying!”
I must attribute her final comment to the fact that my work ethic, my single-minded determination and tenacious dedication, sometimes intimidates people.
In any case, these Tani briefs ($45) are as comfy as a second skin. They looked a bit, um, petit, out of the package. But they’re super-stretchy, and at the same time, they breathe very well. Hours and hours of research – on the course and on the couch – have led me to the conclusion that the Tani briefs keep everything snugly in place but do not bind or pinch or overheat.
This type of research is draining, really it is. I’m going to need another nap. Please keep it down. I’m working.
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