I promise you that I’m smacking the next person who looks at the craziness of our life and tries to reassure me that at least it can’t get any worse. I burned my arm on Sunday morning in a freak cooking accident. I was frying up Sunday dinner when I splashed hot grease all over my left forearm. I am now the proud owner of what my favorite GP promises me will be “a gnarly scar.” (Do people other than... Read more