On Tuesday, in a fit of grand cosmic humor, or because I believe in , I get to take myself to the dentist, where I will get to stare into the bright lights while I get yet another filling. At least they will give me sunglasses to wear. If not for that, I might be able to come back and report on the brand. But really let’s face it: when you are in the chair, and every muscle in your head and neck is rigid with fear, and the drill is bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzing in your mouth, what’s the difference between beautiful kichler lighting and the SUN? Nothing, right? That’s just what I thought.

AND THEN, I have Cub Master training on Tuesday night. And 5 kids have practice.