When your neighbor texts you that your garage is open, and there’s a strange truck in your driveway, but it’s your truck and you’re sitting in it.
When you wave to a teenage boy at the gym because you think he’s your Aunt Lori.
When someone asks you to write them a check, and you didn’t know people still wrote checks.
When your van smells like iceberg lettuce, and you can’t find the source, so you just have to drive everyone around for a week listening to them talk about how it smells like rotten salad.
When you make your kids some microwaveable mini pancakes, and they look like this:
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