My favorite moment of the day was watching the post office workers – they were trying not to laugh as they handed me the box of chickens. One man said, “you know you live in the middle of Belle Meade, right?” I thought, hmmm, you work for the Post Office, so you know my address, so you should know I am not in Belle Meade. I guess we’re pretty darn close – same ZIP. Anyway, I laughed and assured him that it was a rooster-free box. (please please please).