If it is a weekend and you knock on my door before noon, I will be in my nightgown. Thus, please come by in the afternoon. Thanks for taking away about a year's worth of beer bottles for your pop can drive, though. I'm sure your parents now think we're a family of crazed alcoholics, as this is the second time I've foisted off over a case of beer bottles at one time on unsuspecting children because we're too lazy to recycle our bottles, and both times I've been in my ratty purple nightgown.
The crazy lady, who, alas, cannot be the crazy cat lady as her father said no