No room for me...

Well, I suppose I'll post an update finally.

First up, an explanation for the photo. Amanda snapped this one a few days ago as we were getting ready for work. This image explains why I sometimes great my morning appointments with droopy eyes. Where's one supposed to sleep with conditions like these? We bought a new mattress a short while back from one of those places which apparently keeps the mattresses on the delivery truck circling you neighborhood so they can deliver it before you could possibly return from the store where the order was placed. We had a decision to make...queen size, or ridiculous size. We'll we didn't anticipate the above, and queen was elected for (settle down my frugal heart). Shortly there after, this started to happen. I guess the old mattress really was that bad. That's Pinky on the right, so you know where I sleep. She seems to prefer my knee caps...I don't know why. Mabel's orientation above is deceiving as well because in that position there is no feasible way for her to kick me thru the night. It's nice to see them getting along though.

I've hit my word goal already, so hooray! Maybe I won't be so tardy next time. Can you believe I actually considered trying to make a post per day for the new year? I would like to throw out another book recommendation though, because this one was so compelling I finished it in just three sittings. It's called Charlatan: America's Most Dangerous Huckster, the Man Who Pursued Him, and the Age of Flimflam by Pope Brock. Yes, Mrs. Jay, I know that should be underlined by I have no earthly idea how to do that. Man that book is great. It's about this quack in the early 20th century who, despite not having a legitimate medical degree, got thousands to people to allow him to surgically "implant" goat glands into their nether regions and made something equivalent to $14 million a year doing so. This guy was dangerous, and 42 known deaths were reported at his clinic up thru 1930...more surely occurred because the accounting doesn't go beyond 1930 and also doesn't include people who went home to die. He was also pivotal in the development of some modern day political campaign techniques (narrowly missing being elected governor not once but twice), radio advertising, and the dissemination of country music through North America (I'm talking to you Big and Rich). Fascinating stuff.