Can I tell you a secret? I am a cry baby. I don't mean I whine and cry about every little thing that happens in my life. Well, that's half true. I pretty much whine about everything, but I don't cry about it. What I mean to say is that I get teary-eyed very easily: commercials, TV shows, movies, songs on the radio, billboards, thinking about how my hamster died in 1987. You know, the usual suspects. It's no great feat to make me cry and if you ever want to do it, just tell me that my mom is going to die someday and I'll become the mayor of blubber town right before your eyes. Try it sometime.