Tonight, I decided we were having eggs, bacon and toast. Completely uninspired. I have recently gotten more, uh, public service oriented. Right? I am trying to reduce my environmental impact and stuff. SO, I got cage free eggs, because chickens have rights too. Also, because somehow if chickens are out of cages, the environment smells better or something. So there I am, cracking open the eggs, when I discover a dark brown ball of something in one of them. I tried to ignore it, so then I cracked open egg 7 in a series of almost a dozen. And IT had some red stuff in it. Like blood. Kind of a lot. For a larger person, I am VERY picky about my food. And the embryo and subsequent bloody mess totally ruined the egg thing. So after I threw up a little bit in my mouth and removed the evidence, we did quesadillas. And bacon.

Then a guy called. And basically accused me of NOT being an attorney. So I told him he could.... Wait, no, I told him he could verify my veracity, intergrity, and such at our bar association. Which he should have done before he called to accuse me. I mean, he could have eliminated the call to me. Then I never would have known that maybe I wasn't an attorney after all.

In other news, our female rescue doggie, Rennie, well, she got the snip this past week. Primarily because I think it is the responsible thing to do, but also because a certain cocker spaniel next door has been coming over, asking if he can take her out to the drive in. Like I am falling for that. E, my nine year old son, was curious about this surgery. So I told him a LOT without really telling him anything. Then he wanted to know if it hurts when you have a baby and they cut the cord. And about how they have to cut the cord at both ends. I suppressed my laughter. Then I weighed the outcome if I told him about the placenta, and how the mother doesn't feel anything, and then I lied and told him baby's come when the stork brings them. The cord, it is a thing of fiction. Also, don't worry. You are a boy and boys do not have to deal with such things.