Have you ever heard that expression? I coined it from a Babysitters Club Little Sister book in the 90s. The mother said that Karen (aww, Karen) had a mind like a butterfly: it was always flitting from one thing to the next. Today I have an extreme case of BB. (Most days, it's merely moderate).
I can't seem to concentrate on simply one thing because I'm simultaneously wondering what I'll wear to Buddakan tonight, if I should plan a Girls' Night Out at Bowlmor next weekend, and when the rain will stop. Where should I buy Mothers' Day cards? When is the next time I'll be in a bathing suit? Why can't I just hunker down and clean my apartment? To treat truck or not to treat truck?
I'm off to find the answers. Wishes for a wonderful weekend!