Tonsils & Adenoids? Mastandrea's don't need those. They get in the way of our sharp sarcasm. My dad once had some issues with his uvula. It kept getting in his way. It looked like a punching bag. The ER doctor was a midget. Alane would hate Jupiter Medical Center.

I remember melting crayons in bottlecaps and scratching the bottoms til they were glass smooth. I don't know if the game intrigued me as much as the playing with fire to melt wax. Something about fire is hypnotic.

Do other Mastandrea's feel this compulsion to play with all things that burn and explode? Those are hard to find in Florida. Unless Broadway Joe and you borrow some powder from the pyrotechnic guys. That is the fun stuff.

I think we need to work on an MP3 player for the toilet.