When you need to run to the grocery store so you have actual food in the fridge, but the parking lot is full of other "responsible" adults doing the same thing.

Queue Love Myself by Hailee Steinfeld because this post is all about moi and how incredibly weird awesome I am.

Twenty-two years ago, Alisha was born into this world, most likely screaming her face off and terrifying the doctors and nurses.

My first memory of Alisha's existence is sitting at the table in my Grandpa's kitchen.  My mom was getting her haircut by a family friendly who was asking after Alisha's mom.  My mother made a comment along the lines of, "She can't seem to stop getting pregnant! She turns around and BAM she's pregnant again!"  I looked up and asked, "Is Aunt Lisa pregnant?"  My mom quickly shushed me.