Feel the Burn

I have a confession to make. I have spent so many hours on my laptop that I have "thermal damage" on the skin of my right thigh. I'm a little uncomfortable writing "thigh" on the Internet, but what do you do. So yeah, I have some lovely brownish splotches on my leg. Since I'm too lazy to make an appointment with a dermatologist, I had to ask my ob/gyn - the famous Dr. Clark - about it when I went in for my annual. (Have I mentioned that 7 of my friends go to him? That's why he's famous.) He said it's pretty common and he has it himself. So he advised me to get a laptop tray. And now I have one. I can still feel warmth but it's not the same searing heat that I feel without it. Sometimes I wonder if this computer is going to combust on my lap. Y'all will know what happened if you ever hear that B.M.'s D. died in a fire.

In other Jones family news, I cooked tonight. Yes, I deal with the sin of self-congratulation every time I cook. It was spaghetti and meatballs. Instead of pigging out and eating all of it like we normally do, we actually decided to ration it for the rest of the week. We're self-controlled like that.

Also, when is my son going to stop the yelling? I might have to start taking something. IT IS DRIVING ME UP THE WALL. Please pray for me.

And, another first for my little man...he busted someone's lip for the first time. It was mine. My lip is real puffy and red and, don't tell anyone, I think I like it. Forget collagen and lipstick! All you need is to hold a tantrum-throwing toddler in your lap!