My mom is hovering over me (well, not hovering over me, precisely, she's hovering over the stove and commenting on how much warmer it is over there) until I turn off the computer. Hah. That's funny. She'll be standing there fore a while yet.

"If I catch on fire, put me out."
What, no please? No politeness? Hmph. Her fault for standing in front of the stove for the love of Pete. (Not that I do, mind you. I don't even know anybody named Pete. I did once- third grade. He was this really tall (for a third grader) blonde kid with a very vague expression...I think his last name began with an "f". Can't really remember. Oh, wait- I've got an uncle named Pete. But I'd never swear by him, just like you'd never swear on the One Ring- it wouldn't be healthy, you know.)