I will never, ever try to carry a case of beer again. Nope. This means certain people who have borrowed my hand truck better give it back. Just sayin’!
I will not have any more cookouts in my yard, because I live on the second floor and that’s a lot of work — unless I figure out how to add a dumbwaiter.
I will never again volunteer to make a cake for someone’s birthday. They sell perfectly good cakes in the bakery!
I will finish writing this novel. I want to sell it and make a lot of money, and the next time I have a cookout, I will have catering staff to do everything.