Last night my hacking cough would not allow either of us to sleep, so I got up and moved to the couch. We have a guest room in the attic, but for some reason it was freezing last night. I curled up on Jeli's old couch with a roll of toilet paper to use as tissue and coughed the night away. I believe I got all of one hour of sleep, and even that was disturbing.

I woke up to Steve(the dog) climbing up onto the couch on top of me and crushing my belly, and in my rush to protect my left side I thought "Hey! It's kidney day!"

So I called The Skipper, thanked him for the kidney, we called each other whores, and then we re-opened the idea of commemorative tattoos.

I'm still thinking we should turn his empty side into a bong. Would you believe not everyone thinks this is a good idea?

Pffft.

Of course, maybe I should have a few more hours of sleep before I decide on permanent body art. Any ideas?