Hi guys. Chaucer’s birthday came and went. While he probably doesn’t feel markedly different, I certainly do. And not because my baby’s a two year old. You see, I am suffering from what you would call burnt crotch. The inevitable consequence of your birthday boy dropping your coffee like it’s hot (and it is) all over your crotch and computer. I’ve had a bad habit of sitting cross-legged ever since I was Chaucer’s age. I believe the child has scarred a particularly important part of my body twice over now. Oh, and our computer’s broken to boot. Actually, my nether parts are all steel enforced so I’m fine. Kidding. My toe is steel-enforced but that’s not nearly as interesting, is it? No, I didn’t think so. What really ails me is the broken computer. It’s the second computer of the household, the newer computer. The first, “elder” one bit the dust a few months ago. So here we are, the grad student/TA/online instructor and then, me, the Pinterest addict, without a computer. We’re biting our nails and borrowing iPads from friends. AND NOT EVER HAVING LIQUIDS NEAR OUR FUTURE,UNBOUGHT, NON-AFFORDABLE APPLE PRODUCTS AGAIN. Ever. Again. So yah, you’re not gonna get the adorable cake-face picture of my birthday boy. Im just a tad bitter. Ok, fine. I’m not bitter, just inconvenienced. Cause I have to look at Pinterest from my phone….