Now that I have enough followers to actually begin thinking about freeing up my other hand to keep count, I would like to offer a warm and fuzzy anecdote just to let you know I care. Today, after a minor dust-up involving the ownership of a Three Musketeer’s bar, I asked my Russian co-worker (with whom I had the beef) how do you say “‘Fine, kiss my ass’ in communist?” She was charmed to the point that she offered to let me smell the candy bar’s wrapper.