Ah, CCE, you got me. Exactly one week ago I got this: I’ve tagged you today over at my place so when you’re open again for business go check it out. The tag was, wait for it, to list five goals that have been left largely ignored. How pathetic that I failed to respond to this tag? And it’s from CCE, she of the hysterical $180 circus tickets, my kindred spirit in the lonely and often futile battle against trans fats, HFCS, and checkstand teeth rot nuggets. She’s cool, and cool doesn’t often come equipped with smart and funny or dressed in killer jeans. I’ll promise to waste not another minute if you promise not to be grossed out. 1. Flossing. I even bought…