The sum, Becky is greater than all the parts.
So much greater.
* I'm not leaving her name out for anonymity or protection or privacy or anything like that. I just can't remember her last name. This is causing me shame. Shame. Why do I have this compulsion to remember everyone I've ever met? Um, possibly because I come from a family of freakishly good memories. My dad (hi, Dad!) remembers everyone he went to elementary school with, everyone he's ever taught, and all the people he's met traveling. Ever. And my brother (hi, OmaHeck!) remembers the names, faces, social security numbers, and fictional girlfriends of all the guys on the football, baseball, and basketball teams he ever played on. Plus everyone we ever knew growing up, child or adult, and all their pets. I do not make any of this stuff up.
**Um, no. Certainly not. No matter how good the bread it. Never.
***No, of course not. Not that, either.
****Well, duh. That's not even tempting.