I just tore a little chunk of my arm off. Opps. That's bad, I guess. Except, I think maybe that little knot/scar thing was cancerous. I can post multiple hypocondriac links that would support that theory. So, maybe I just saved my own life. If only I watched the episode of The Doctors where they discussed self removal of tumors. Poo.
I'm just kidding, of course. I don't watch The Doctors.
Trenton looked at my wedding set today and asked why I had 2 rings (engagement ring and wedding band), then before I could answer he said, "OOOOhhh, I know. Because you married my daddy AND Scott".