I have a confession to make: I am a mindless reader. Please understand, my mom taught me at a very young age that in order to write, I must read. Everything I can. Always. I must read so many words in order to write so many words. So I read books, newspapers, magazines. Soup can labels, mattress warranties, wash/dry instructions. You get the point. Dear Reader, I feel better at having made that confession. Now I must dash. There is a carton of milk in my fridge. I have not read its expiration date.