Yesterday I pulled my extra set of sheets out of the trunk at the foot of my bed to re-make it. Having been folded for several weeks they were quite wrinkled. As I put the flat sheet on the top, the crazy part of my brain thought, "You should iron that top sheet. It would look so much nicer!"
Then the realistic/sarcastic part of my brain cut in, "Are you kidding? You'd get halfway done, give up, and then not even finish making the bed."
Long story short, I did not iron the sheet, but I did finish making the bed.
Then the realistic/sarcastic part of my brain cut in, "Are you kidding? You'd get halfway done, give up, and then not even finish making the bed."
Long story short, I did not iron the sheet, but I did finish making the bed.
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