My grandfather never forgot to milk the cows. Maybe because if he did they would have become engorged and then explode. Have you ever seen an exploded cow? Have you ever seen an exploded anything?
My stuff don’t go moo. They quietly go sit in the corner and sulk and die if I forget them. Or they become toxic ghosts of days past that gnaw away at my nerves. And still I forget.
I never do everything I want to do. I don’t even do everything I have to do. Or should do, or must do or not do. Is there anybody that does?
Do you manage to do everything?