You know you've reached the depths of loserdom when you are the embodiment of a Chris Christie putdown.
Managing Editor Joe St. Arney emailed me the governor's quote, noting the sheer awesomeness of it. But I was aghast to admit that I had recently rearranged my sock drawer. On a weekend, no less. As New Jerseyans were enjoying beautiful weather this past Saturday, I was sorting my socks. Anyone who has seen the hovel that is my office knows this is out of character for me because I don't sort anything. I just let everything pile up in stacks that somehow serve as my own sick sorting system. (Yet, colleagues are always impressed when I instantaneously find the piece of paper that is suddenly relevant to the conversation.)
So, yeah, I had had it with my sock drawer, which was so crammed that it was a struggle to extract footwear each morning. And whatever I wrestled free was often a solitary sock, separated from its mate.
Sure, I'd welcome lower taxes—whichever guy's plan—but until then, I have a rearranged sock drawer that has been purged of all the sucky socks. And I still felt a bit giddy this morning, as I opened the drawer and gazed at it in all its organized glory. Even if the governor stole some of the joy.