What happens when crazy meets random crap:

Yes. That's my wife. And the mother of my child(ren). In a muumuu. Wearing a GIR hat. Looking VERY touched.  I'm just so damned lucky.
Yes. That’s my wife. And the mother of my child(ren). In a muumuu. Wearing a GIR hat. Looking VERY touched.
I’m just so damned lucky.

See this? This is what happens when you find all your old crap in the storage unit that you were sure you were never going to need again. Of course it helps if you’re punchy from cleaning out said storage unit for nearly a week, looking at the same cement hallway the entire time, eating the same food, and talking to the same person (namely me).

In short, shit goes sideways.