A few months ago, I broke the root of my back molar, which apparently is not good, and yesterday, I had to have it pulled (which is also not good). It was pretty traumatic. For all the stuff I’ve had, somehow this undid me. I was actually crying before I went under. Anyway, I did have the good sense to say to the dentist, “I hope you’ve caught up on your Red Sox sleep deprivation.” To which he replied, “Yankees fan.” He got a laugh out of me, oh yeah, and a tooth.
*the gratitude-a-thon 
See, we’re not all bad!!!!
awe liz, i didn’t realize. well, everything else about you is perfect.