I think it was when I dropped a big can of tomato sauce on a toe
and I was Shoeless Joe at the time.
I come close to crying quite a bit, but anger takes over, then I laugh.
In today's mail, I got a bill from the IRS that wasn't big enough for me to cry about.
Thank heaven.
The last time I really cried was 12 years ago when my dog Max died.
I waited a week and then got Annie. I almost cry for love of her.