UCC: (Opening the carton of cat food and putting the cans away in the cupboard)
TCG: I was going to put them away.
UCC: I just thought I'd like them put away sometime in 2009.
TCG: I just have to catch my breath. I was going to put them away later, I promise.
WISIMH: Imagine that? I was going to the backyard to dig up the ammunition, load the pistol, and blow my brains out. I’ll get to that later, I promise.