I wake up at 9am this morning so the sound of the mail man's van barreling up our drive-way, I scramble out of bed sporting epic bed-hair and yesterday's make-up lingering on my face. I can't think straight enough to figure out where my clothes are so I grab my husband's robe and whip it around myself. I answer the door, I think I said 'good
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