How long can I ignore that pesky, little "check engine" light on my dashboard?

Come to think of it, I don't think that symbol means engine. If I squint, I think that symbol looks like a coffee machine. OK, "check coffee machine" done. Mission accomplished.

I have a long list of other chores that can't be so easily repressed. I need an hour to deal with all the insurance red tape for Ian's therapy. We have no juice boxes for lunches. Jonah needs to look like John Adams by tomorrow morning. Last night, he handed me a list of all the items that he must bring in tomorrow for their school presentation – "cranberry juice, choclate chip cookies [sic], a DVD player, a Dr. Suess movie." I need printer ink and a clue about what to cook for dinner. I need to make an appointment with Christie to reshape my caterpillar eyebrows. I promised the Foundation Committee that I would draft a letter to parents.

Not to mention the constant efforts to battle our haunted household.

Quel boring. 

If I squint hard enough at my todo list, everything goes blurry. Yes, I think that the words on the page are re-forming. It says something else. It says "check coffee machine." OK, that I can do.