Everyone has them. Not assholes or elbows, not opinions: favorites. I have favorites of everything. Favorite socks, favorite couch spot, favorite toothpaste. Pretty much, if their is a decision to be made, I’ve evaluated all the other options, and have ranked them in some fashion, producing a favorite. However, there is something awesome: When you have more than one favorite. I found this situation occurring recently after I finished folding a load of laundry. I was on my way out for the evening and realized in front of me lay pretty much every piece of clothing I wear, and all of it was clean. It was like Christmas morning. I had my pick of the litter, and in a little bit of a gluttonous splurge, I wore 2 shirts, one over the other.
This isn’t JZ. You don’t fold laundry…