The rest of my day is going to be busy. (When I survey my weekly schedule, I really don't have a day that isn't busy. All I have are days that are less busy than others. Currently, my least-busy busy days are Saturdays.) I have to go grocery shopping. Then I have to pick up my daughter from school. Then I have to drive my daughter to her tap dance class. Then I have to take my wife and son for a walk or some kind of physical activity. Then McDonald's. Then I pick my daughter up from the dance studio. Then I go home. Then I get my son bathed and in bed. Then I clean the bathroom. Then I sweep and Swiffer the floors. Then I dust. Then I...Sorry, I got carried away. I don't think there's anything after dusting. You get the idea, though.
The only thing I will promise is that I will try to complete all of the above tasks with a stupid smile on my face.
Saint Marty can do stupid smiles.
|Can't do smiles quite this stupid, however|