There was a day long long ago when my kitchen was clean and my corkscrew was broken. There might have been a sister-in-law involved who REALLY wanted into that bottle of wine.
There might have been a birthday where I drank a lot, had smiley face stickers randomly all over my breasts and someone forced me into a cowboy hat. It might also be the only hat in the history of the world that will ever stay on my head without a ponytail.
When I was new single and living alone for the first time, there might have been a family of raccoons in my attic. I MIGHT have thought they were squirrels and climbed the ladder into the attic with a broom and fierce determination to beat the squirrels out. I also might have freaked the heck out when I saw raccoon heads popping up instead. I’ve read Where the Red Fern Grows. Just saying.