On this:


Those poor electrons are lonely.

Or on your husband having cardiac symptoms, refusing to go to the hospital last night, and now waiting on tests. You know. Good times. Because nothing says, “Please pile on additional stress” like wondering if your husband will, like his father, drop dead of a massive coronary at approximately the same age.

If you need me, I’ll be running my qH mom-taxi service while trying not to have a nervous breakdown.