By the time you read this, I will be in Venice.
There is no casserole in the oven. Smart as you are, I’m sure you can figure out how to cook dinner.
The ironing is not done—all your shirts are in a heap on the bed. Smart as you are and having two hands, I’m sure you can figure out how to iron your shirts. . . .
Read more at my other blog, Diary of a Naive