Last night, I was eating fall-off-the-bone tender ribs marinated in a bbq sauce so hot my lips went numb. In the process, I got sauce on my head. Like, a big blob right between my eyes. Don't ask me how. I was sitting criss-cross-applesauce on the couch with my laptop on my knees, typing an inbox one-fingered and eating my ribs in a very ladylike manner with my pinkies up. So how the sauce made it to my forehead is a mystery. But, lucky for me, my son had tickets to this show. He said, "You should blog THAT, Mom. 'Cause THAT'S embarrassing." I informed him that I blog embarrassing stuff all the time. He stated, "Not about yourself, you don't."
So, my son, that was for you.