The epitome of laziness

Today, I helped (half-way) to order a pizza from bed.

**Begin excuse section:

It was because the two-hour workout today got to me, and I needed to take a nap this afternoon around 3:30 p.m. Then my husband Big G came into the bedroom around 5:30 p.m. and said that he was going to order pizza. I was still half-way sleeping and having heavy REM, dream-filled sleep, and c(w)ouldn't get up. He left, and then came back shortly with the laptop. He had submitted the order online. Then I spouted off my credit card number in my half-asleep state. So I think ordering a pizza in bed has got to be the laziest thing I've done in a LONG time.

Or is it?

**Begin rationale. I deserve a bit of laziness because I took the children bowling today, and I took them to the Y, where I worked out for two hours. I planned to take them swimming after the pizza. All of these things that surround the laziness are not indicative of laziness. So that's why. Ha.