The body doesn't even need two kidneys

So if you ever hear that I let someone dig one of mine out with a rusty garden trowel, you can bet it had something to do with this:


Because how can you even withhold organs from someone who looks at you like that? My b-in-law Ed emailed this last night, at which point my heart and my left ovary may have exploded.

Don't get me wrong, Ethan could totally have a kidney too if he needed it first. But he's been on thin ice ever since he met Gentleman Friend last month (new name to be unveiled soon) and completely preferred him to me. It was like, "Oh, hey Nem. YOU, though--New guy! Check out my cars! And also my pirate ship! And look what I can do! Now let me go to my room and get toys and bring them out for you to inspect and admire! Also, let's become blood brothers. Right here, right now. I'll get the knife."

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