You know how when somebody knocks on your door and you’re expecting to see a Nun, but instead your aunt is standing there?  That just happened to me.  My mom and my aunt just stopped by (I’m at work).  I love them; they’re so weird.  Plus, they brought me Chipotle for supper.  Now if I can only hold off on eating it…just a few…more…hours…

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