Finally have the time to get back to writing. Oy.
In order to keep this from being boringly short, I'm going to share an older anecdote:
I had been spending the night at a friend's house; up late, chatting, the usual. She wants to show me something.
A few moments later, she puts this small, whitish, egg shaped item in my hand. Looks a lot like a candied almond. I'm holding it, trying to figure out if I should eat it, try to guess what it is, etc.
After a few more moments she told me what it was.
'It's my gall stone."
GAH. I almost ate someone else's gall stone.
She keeps it in a small cardboard jewelry box as a memento. In the cotton batting.
I almost ate it.
I'm not quite sure what that says about either of us, but there you go.