*Immediatly forgets what I was supposed to be doing, setting off a huge chain-reaction involving an untuned violin, whisks, paperclips, a broken wheelchair, three roadwork cones, an uneasy truce, a dishwasher, some light bulbs, strawberry-flavored ice cream, a traveling circus, a rusty horseshoe and a third-world country, resulting in a snail missing its weekly yodel class. I hope you're happy now.*