Or you might find the day you devoted to de-Christmassing the habitat, and also finishing up the embellished clothespins project, your head poppin' full of a hectazillion ideas--taken up instead by running through your home like a coocoohead because you left the water running full blast in the sink and flooded your kitchen. And you're still wiping it up at 11 p.m.
Some days are like that.
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