We were hanging out on Sunday. She was like, at one point. I don't know how this came up. But she was like, "What do you do about your rabbits? Like, when you travel? Like who - what do you, you know - where do you put them? Where do you take them?" And I was like, "Oh well, historically, you know, I would just give them - if I was gonna be gone for a week or so, I would just give them to my mom, you know, or my sister and just drop them off and we have a whole like secondary cage system and all that jazz." And like now I just haven't been traveling, you know, since I moved and stuff. And then I also had a kennel that I used to go to, but like I would never put them in a kennel like that anymore. It just seems like it was like super - it would stress the rabbits out a lot, and like instead if it was - if they could be either at home here, it would be the best. Or even then, I even got an Airbnb once for my rabbits because I took them quote unquote "with me", but like I couldn't take them, you know, in Lansing where I needed to go. So I set them up, I got an Airbnb in Lansing. It was super awkward because I was like asking on Airbnb like, "Can I have a day rental but not for a human? Like for a rabbit?" So I set up a cage in this person's like, you know, bedroom and then I just left them in there. But yeah, I just needed some place that was air conditioned, because I couldn't keep them in my car. Like, obviously that would be terrible and so. Anyway, it worked out really well.

The story that I'm thinking about I went into a food coma eating Hundred Grand bars when I was younger. My brother, I think he must've been doing a band fundraiser, but it was the very classic high school, middle school fundraiser with candy bars and he was selling them, but he wasn't really trying very hard. So he just had the box of candy bars at our house. But I knew well enough that I couldn't, you know, take them, steal them. So - and I obviously was not gainfully employed as a eight-year-old or whatever I was, so I was frantically trying to find money. I think they were a dollar a piece. So I just remember so clearly standing on a step ladder, and above our washer and dryer there were these bins of just odds-and-ends. The thing I used most often in those bins were Band-Aids, but they also had light bulbs and the thing that you use to suck boogers out of a baby's nose for some reason, even though there were no babies in our life - just like the odds and ends of a life, essentially. And I knew that interspersed amongst all of the debris were coins. So I was trying my hardest to find these coins that were like stuck to the bottom of these bins, covered in God knows what. I was also looking through the washer and dryer because my dad would often forget to remove his change from his pockets. The most lucrative place in my house was the windowsill looking out over our backyard. Every day, my dad would come home from work and he would empty out his pockets and he would put all of his change on the windowsill, and he never made a fuss when he came to pick up his things in the morning and his change was gone. So I could almost guarantee a candy bar every day with the windowsill money, but still I had to dig through all these bins but I remember for that, I don't know, whatever time period. A couple, a week maybe, a couple days, just eating so many Hundred Grand bars and they were the, like, extra big ones. So I think I would freeze them or refrigerate them. So it would take me longer to get through them, but I was just - I don't know. I…