The first post of a blog that no one will read and fewer people will care about.

- Sometimes I really worry about myself.  Driving home today I was listening to NPR and there was a woman who due to environmental concerns had her breast milk tested.

- Among other things, her milk tested positive for flame retardant chemicals.

- And the first thought I had was 'well, you wouldn't want your breasts bursting into flames would you?

- Like I said, I worry about me.

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