My dog Georgia is having a tumor the size of a basketball removed from her spleen tomorrow. I offered to donate blood but apparently we are not the same type. Whatever. Instead the vet suggested option b: drive to Bourne and wait in traffic for two hours to pick up two liters of golden retriever blood. My mom put it in my lunch box with some cold packs and now it is lying on top of the tortillas in our fridge. Delicious!

In the meantime we are hoping for the best and giving George and her "growth" lots of love.