I would like to blitz my bedroom. Remove everything. Put back stuff that belongs to my husband and I. Not the children. Not the children's stuff. And certainly not stuff that doesn't belong to any of us.
Take Taco, the dog, to get neutered.
I'm attending the Team in Training Kick-Off Party at 50 Waugh and I'm going to get busy with getting into mode of woman-in-training.
Preliminary fundraising stuff for the thing mentioned immediately above.
The stupid dog is barking and so my thinking ceased. Now, he's stopped and I can think again, I hope. Well, now he's started again. The end/.