We have a problem. Or, more accurately, I have a problem.
Back on Christmas, I told my cousin that I had started rerooting a Barbie head because I wanted a gray-haired Barbie. You may recall this project, though I would forgive you if you don't because I started it years ago. (Yes, I said years.) Right now my poor partially rerooted Barbie head is lying on the pile of junk mail to be shredded.
I am hardwired to respond to goals and deadlines, so after mentioning the project to my cousin, I...