The mind is a terrible thing to taste
The following conversation between Cynthia and myself as we prepared to go to sleep last night is just one the billion reasons I love this woman:
Setup: We are in the early planning stages of our next European vacation
J: I found a way to fund our trip!
C: Does it involve the sale of organs or blood?
J: How did you know?!?
C: I know you, Jay….
J: I figure we each have a kidney to spare
C: I seem to recall you giving away a perfectly good gall bladder
J: Perfectly good?!? It was full of gall stones as you might recall
C: Well? caveat emptor I say
J: For sale, one slightly used gall bladder, may contain some gallstones
J: [feigning the voice of a third party] Hey! This gall bladder’s no good!
J: No refunds
[much laughter]
C: We’re not selling our organs, Jay
J: I know
Too funny! and btw, you do know it’s illegal to sell your spare organs?
there are more reasons than legality to keep me from selling my organs