One of the chicas at work said she’d awakened one morning to have her boyfriend asking her, “Who is DeAnna?”

“DeAnna? From work?”

“I don’t know,” he’d said. “But last night, you sat straight up in bed and said, ‘That’s her anthem!’

“‘Whose anthem?’

“‘DeAnna’s,’ you said. Like I should have known already.

“‘DeAnna from Pennsylvania?’

“‘DeAnna from work!’ you said, and then you went back to sleep.”

Okay, when I was done laughing (or at least, could speak; I still break out in giggles every time I think about it), I asked her if she’d found out what my anthem was. No dice. I’ve been trying to figure it out…