There're a bunch of things I can't do:
I can't remember the wines I drank at the vineyards this weekend I can't say "I've been watching your Flickr" without sniggering I can't txt message gracefully/quickly/while walking I can't stop buying The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger* (bought it for the sixth time the other day) I can't understand accessories/handbags/dares/Australians who speak quickly
Fortunately, I can make perfect poached eggs.
[* 2008 movie ]