I want to move to California where you can sue the pants off any doctor and take them for all their worth (and their house in the Hamptons).

Did I mention I'm in a bad mood.  No coupon fairy could help me now---only the whispy touches of Greta's baby bird hairs, some pizza, and possibly some doritos.  Oh, Beans' ear just rubbed up against my leg, so that is helping a little too.