This may sound like the good beginnings of a joke but I'm having dinner with an animal psychic, a professional organizer, and a queer. Unfortunately, I don't remember what the delightful gay chap does for a living.
I managed to: -Work out -Do some non-clothes related laundry -Make a pear-apple-blueberry tart -fix my kitchen drawer -change my car headlights -and still goof off reasonably well