Here is a little t.m.i. for you all (by the way, t.m.i. stands for “too much information” if it’s been awhile since you were around teen-speak): my mother likes to joke that after I was born she understood the meaning of the term, “snot-nosed kid.” I know it will come as a shock to all of you that yours truly was ever disgusting, but we all have some color in our pasts and mine, apparently, was greenish yellow. Eww! Did I forget to tell you to put down your food before reading this? So, um, moving right along I will report that, after the hassle of an elimination diet, we determined that the cause of this minor blip in my otherwise perfect nature was a sensitivity to dairy.
