Days like this only come around once every 400 years. It’s 10/10/10 in case you haven’t noticed. I realized it this morning at about 9:43 when I said to Eddie, “Tell me when it’s 10:10 am exactly so I can make a wish.” Well, he told me at 10:13. My heart sank at the thought of losing my once in a lifetime shot, until it struck me. I get another chance tonight! This time I set my alarm. I’m not superstitious, but I’ve thrown my share of pennies into fountains. I bought Eddie a cute little glucken schwein (good luck pig), which he carries in his wallet. And ever since I was little, I’ve had a hang up with stepping only one foot inside each sidewalk square at a time – but I think that’s a little more OCD than superstition (I used to pretend each square was a button that lit up when I stepped on it). Well, that was a little more crazy than I intended on revealing. But anyway. I’ve spent the day pondering what to make my one wish in 400 hundred years, wanting to get it just right. I soo