How to make guys run after you

Light bulbs...limes...lists. Pages and pages of things to do, more things to do than when I had a job, even. When does the mad scrambling stop? And I'm turning into the kind of ditz that I used to caution people about. The first time I left the bank today, an attractive young man ran after me with my driver's license. (Now there's an idea for you single gals...) I was going mad wondering where I put my camera-I wanted to capture the rare event of some DPW guys actually fixing potholes when Hubby called to say it was under the passenger seat of his car, not mine. At least that got my car cleaned out.The second time I went to the bank was of course because I had forgotten something and I took a hard fall to the knee on the ice. Good thing it's sturdy. Postage...printing...parsnips...dag! I forgot the sugar! Hubby will just have to have honey in his coffee again tommorrow. And he'll love me anyway.