So Smith, my five-year-old, is obsessed with pickles. And for Christmas, our fabulous boss, Tony, got me a Costco membership. I am obsessed with Costco. So we were at Costco a couple of days ago, and Smith wanted to buy, have you seen them, those huge Costco-sized jars of pickles. And it was two jars together. So over the weekend, Smith wanted some pickles to snack on. So I'm trying to get this dang jar open. And it was so big, I couldn't even really wrap my hands around it. So when I finally cracked the lid open, the juice ended up spilling all over the counter, all over the floor, and apparently down the front of the very thick sweater that I was wearing, but I missed that part. So I clean up the floor, I clean up the counter, I get him his pickles. We head to a birthday party for a little boy in his class, okay, at a gymnastics place. So Smith's off playing and I'm, you know, standing with two or three moms and we're just talking or whatever. And I see one of the moms make this face and she goes, do you guys smell pickles? Something smells like pickles. I couldn't even say anything. I realized it was me. I had, I was covered in pickle juice and didn't realize it, didn't change my shirt. And she kept going, something smells like pickles. Both of these moms I was talking to, I'm like, oh yeah. Yep, that's me. Just walked around all day smelling like pickles. Nobody said anything to me.