Gotta Love Moms - always thinking outside the box

Mothers, gotta love 'em, mine is worried not about the drugs, not about the pain, not about the sleep issues, not about the fertility issues, she's concerned about...wait for it....my gas stove. She's concerned that in my "current state" (I think that's code for crazy) I'm going to have on long sleeves (maybe that's code for a moo moo). She trailed off then, like to let the importance of it reeeaaaalllly sink in. So apparently I'm going to catch myself on fire. Is she crazy? Clearly I need to share the blog with her because there is ZERO cooking going on in this place.

Unless the dog has grown thumbs that I don't know about (and is now wearing my long sleeved clothes - that bitch!) and is whipping herself up a little grilled cheese lunch, nobody is turning the gas stove on. I don't think you can catch yourself on fire with my current lifestyle of laying in bed eating total cereal and chocolate bars unless you're wearing polyester pajamas and lighting matches under yourself.

I will ask Mom to look into it though.