Don't you hate it when you have to call the dentist for your daughter to make an appointment, which you should have done weeks ago but kept forgetting, and you kick yourself every night before you go to bed that you accomplished quite a bit during the day, except you can't take care of this one simple task, and you vow that "tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow I will call the dentist" and then you forget again because life gets in the way and you have to drive to Target AGAIN to return yet another impulse item, and finally on the way home from running errands you repeat in your mind "call the dentist, call the dentist", and when you get home at 12:45, before you do anything else, you run into the house, look up the number, grab the phone and dial? And don't you hate it that between the hours of 12:30 and 1:30 Monday through Thursday they're out to lunch? And you know that it will be another 2 weeks before you get around to calling again and by that time every last one of your kid's teeth will have fallen out.