I now have those fancy socks that they use after surgery to keep bad things from happening. I ordered a pair from a company and when I ended up going to Rochester unexpectedly to see one of my cousin's children, who was with a Christian group performing a concert at the Rochester Assembly of God church on the 8th. It was cool.
My sister and I picked him up when he'd done his part in wiring all the fancy effects up, then fed and delivered him back to the site about 30 minutes before anyone needed him.
My sister found him charming. She'd never met him before. We went garage sale-ing that morning as I'd washed all the jeans and slacks, put them in the dryer, waited for it to ding, then left (without PACKING any...) Oops!
Couldn't I just forget my toothbrush like a normal person?