It's the year 2021, and I'm still traumatized by last year's burnt toast. That's when I learned the value of a well-made checklist.
Now, I'm a slave to my lists.
But it's for the best. I'm never forgetting to pick up my keys, or locking my keys inside the house, again.
I'm a productivity mastermind, a queen of organization, a sultan of schedules.
You can't see me, can you?
But don't be fooled, I have a backup plan.
I've got a checklist for that, too.