Remember to do your run!
I don't know when I'm gonna do this. I'm going to church, then have to get my haircut, then I'm told siblings wanted me to pick them up, but I can't find any of them or anyone who knows when or where they want to be picked up, and I'm so mad I could slug every one of them. They do this EVERY Friday...then call ten minutes before they want to be picked up and give me orders, like I'm just a taxi driver and couldn't POSSIBLY have a life beyond shuffling them around. They find my anger highly amusing and laugh at me every time, which doesn't help matters any. And being just a sibling, I have no way of enforcing anything.
I gotta get ready for church, unless I skip, which I'm tempted to do. Then I could work out and calm down, and it's not like a Sunday.
Did I mention I'd like to do some slappin' right now?
You don't look anything like a taxi service.
Why should you be treated as if you were a taxi service?
Don't any of them drive?