 I don't know if I forgot about it or maybe one of my team members wrote it. But my daughter, right before school, 8 a.m., I needed to be here in Crookston by 9 a.m. We live 30 miles away, said, Mom, I need those pictures printed. I'm like, what pictures, sweetheart? What are you talking about? Yeah. Oh, shoot. I told Dad. Dad didn't tell me, sweetie. Oh, no. My printer's out of ink. What?