The lists my honey makes for herself are so long, I don't think I could in good conscience make one for her*. She stays so busy tackling those lists that I don't ask her to do anything bigger than helping me carry something unless it's really something she's a lot better at than I am, like helping clear the %&^$#%^ privet hedge to make a path to the creek.
*To be fair, we're not living together, but I never made a honey-do list for anyone I did live with, either.
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