In the last thirty-six hours I have:
Run over the double stroller with our van.
Snuck into my friends yard on the way to preschool to steal one of her roses because Mercy needed a flower to “give” to Mary this morning at preschool and I did not make it to the store.
Poured chocolate frosting over a Boston Cream Pie, only to realize that I had forgotten to add the powdered sugar.