Being the sole producer of estrogen in a household can really take its toll on a woman.
Today on a favorite message board, the innocent question of how to burn a DVD was asked. Now, I'm not a computer savvy gal - this blog is about as techno-geek as I can get right now in my chronically sleep deprived state. But I saw this question and was immediately frightened of my internal monologue. It went something like this:
Q: How do I burn a DVD?
A: Um, douse it in lighter fluid and strike a match?
Memories of dumping salt on snails and lighting ants on fire with a magnifying glass came rushing back. Have I mentioned that I have no sisters? That may explain a lot.
I am afraid. Very afraid.