This happened. I could try to explain why, but it is so, so much funnier if I don’t. Here is the situation: the laptop is my “place of business”. Yes, nevermind that I don’t actually have a business or any means of gainful employment. Yes, is says a lot about my sketchy (love that word–why oh why has it gone out of style and can we please bring it back??) mental health that my “home base” is so very transportable and dated (we’re not talking about an iPad here, people). Regardless of all the above, the laptop is sacred territory and instantaneous smiting on anyone who screws with it. Herein lies the problem: my family has somehow selfishly decided that they are welcome to actually touch (gasp!) my laptop. There is a potential that this Mom of the Year could learn to share, but when said laptop is FOUND IN THE OVEN, I draw the line. Official state of crankiness declared. Mommy is not happy. Too much to invest in a fireproof safe for exclusive storage of the laptop and refuse to give anyone else the combination??