Nope, mine's gone. When I was 10, I was sledding down a huge hill by my house (actually, we were on a street that was iced over - Georgia rarely gets GOOD snow!). I hit a bump and rollllllled down the hill and wrapped myself around a mailbox pole. I kept having stomach pains and I told my parents and my doctor "It's my appendix! It's my appendix!" They were like "What do you know - you're just a kid! Nobody ten years old even knows what an appendix is!!"
Well, it ruptured, nearly killing me. I spent a couple of weeks in the hospital with two drainage tubes in me, one going up to my chest, one going throughout my abdomen. They pulled them out an inch at a time, twice a day, and kept my guts wrapped up in a girdle (no lie, that's exactly what it was!) The end result is that I was scarred from my skin right down to my intestines and had troublesome pains for many many years afterwards. Now the scar looks like someone stuck a sword in my side.
So really, better safe than sorry on having an appendix removed. They are not entirely useless, but, like tonsils, are really more trouble than they are worth (seeing as how they are more susceptible to infection than the rest of the body).
Alright, I'll quite rambling now...
goat
Maybe that isn't the wedding cake in the back of the freezer.
watch out for snack attacks then. My husband ate the precious sugar frangipanis I had saved from my wedding cake
