Let me tell you about the time...

That I was still wearing my pink button-up men's shirt (no pants) PJs from the night before at 2pm MT on a Monday, went into the kitchen with my coffee cup in hand, grabbed a dill pickle spear out of the fridge with my other hand and was dancing to "Crazy Ex Girlfriend" by Miranda Lambert that had just came on spotify, which I had turned up loudly, because I knew I was about to make the long treck to the kitchen to eat a pickle and refill my coffee.

Simultaneously, the government decided to send a mailman (to whom I wrote a sweet but straightforward note last week in regards to the fact that he is great about dropping mail off, but not-so-much about picking my mail up) to my front porch. Who was simultaneously looking through my livingroom window. While I was simultaneously dancing (much like my mother's left-to right funky sway move, but in full circular motion, mixed with some Beyonce booty popping) in my kitchen, in my men's pink button up shirt, with no pants, with a coffee in my left hand and a pickle in my right.

At 2pm MT on a Monday.

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TTFN,