I make lists like this all the time. Sometimes I even do some of the stuff on them.

(oh, and the small claims? Just got call #13 that I've answered, since I started counting, from "this is your second and final notice that the factory warranty on your vehicle is about to expire"... after two requests for them to remove me from their call list, which were hung up on. Other people on the internet add corroborating evidence that this is a scam.)
Also, I just received possibly the oddest half birthday present ever. My mother asked me last night what I wanted for my half birthday (this was at about 10:30, after I walked in from climbing, and after I had spent the whole day half-asleep) and I said, "Um... sleep?"
I came home today, and she was in the final stages of clearing the foot-high scatter of old mail and accumulated stuff-that-got-put-down off the kitchen table, and explained that this was my birthday present, since I hadn't said what I wanted, and she knew I wanted the table to get cleared off.
(for those of you confused by the backstory, my real birthday is the day after christmas, so we always had parties & presents in June. I've been attempting to discourage other people from making any particular fuss about either day, but so far have not been entirely successful.)
And now I am going to shirk my responsibilities (whatever they might be) and take apart a doll.

(oh, and the small claims? Just got call #13 that I've answered, since I started counting, from "this is your second and final notice that the factory warranty on your vehicle is about to expire"... after two requests for them to remove me from their call list, which were hung up on. Other people on the internet add corroborating evidence that this is a scam.)
Also, I just received possibly the oddest half birthday present ever. My mother asked me last night what I wanted for my half birthday (this was at about 10:30, after I walked in from climbing, and after I had spent the whole day half-asleep) and I said, "Um... sleep?"
I came home today, and she was in the final stages of clearing the foot-high scatter of old mail and accumulated stuff-that-got-put-down off the kitchen table, and explained that this was my birthday present, since I hadn't said what I wanted, and she knew I wanted the table to get cleared off.
(for those of you confused by the backstory, my real birthday is the day after christmas, so we always had parties & presents in June. I've been attempting to discourage other people from making any particular fuss about either day, but so far have not been entirely successful.)
And now I am going to shirk my responsibilities (whatever they might be) and take apart a doll.