Laine had a spleen and a pancreas. But lucky for me, she had two kidneys.

He became our road-tripping, apartment-finding mascot.

And we named him Pants. As in the political Snickers commercial's, "I invented pants." A weekend mascot and mantra.

I lost him behind the couch for a few hours on election night when I spontaneously threw him at Todd's head and missed. Otherwise he hasn't left my side. After all that luck in DC... he seems, well, *charmed*.