It takes me twice as long to get anything done.
Case in point: I was lining the pan for the brownies. I finished the
roll so I put the box in the recycle bin.
Gilly goes behind me, pulls it out and starts marching around the
house with it.
Normally ok, but not with this--metal cutting edge!
I ask her to give it back and end up chasing her down to wrestle it
from her and dispose of it.
Now...where was I??
