When I last left you on the edge of your seat, I was about to see Super Dentist to get something done about the lack of a front tooth. Only I could lose a tooth by eating pizza. After my dentist looked at the gaping hole, he had good news and bad news.
A few years ago, when gas prices were out the roof, I was naïve. I thought that it wouldn’t happen again — at least not so soon. As prices inch to $4 per gallon and more, I find myself longing for the days of $3 gas. How nuts is that?