you know the perfect end to any day is a 45 minute conversation about cow placenta. well, cow placenta and dead animals. it's funny what someone will talk about when you wake them up. if, for instance, you happen to call in the middle of the night and wake me up, i'll probably ask you to marry me (lucky you). BUT if you want to hear about cow placenta, mark is your man. i called him on the way home from libertyville last night and we spent nearly the whole conversation trading gross dead animal stories. well, i had, like, two. but he's a cowboy so he has 50 million. and they were pretty gross. but kind of fascinating. i remember in 5th grade we dissected a cow's eyeball. well, my fifth grade class, not mark and i. and although it's pretty gross looking at an eyeball that is no longer attached to the rest of its owner, it was amazing. getting to see all the parts of the eye, getting to remove the lens and the cornea. i mean really, who wouldn't want to feel eyeball jelly running through their fingers? because i definitely do.