I heard the craziest story last night. I have a bar-friend, as in we don't know each other that well, but we hang out at the bar together if we're both there. Last night she and her roommate were there and Mr. J and I sat with them and we all talked about relationships and marriage.
We were comparing notes on asshole husbands, and she said hers took the cake. I told her all about L's ex and she shared her stories about her ex's cheating, embezzlement and...trying to poison her.
About 6 months after they married she developed symptoms and was diagnosed with MS. When she started chemo, she kicked him out and all of her symptoms started going away, as in now-2 years later-she has been symptom free. She has gone back to the doctor recently, and while they are reluctant to tell her she doesn't have MS, a spinal tap showed strichnyne and mercury.
Crazy. (Also, people who know better than I would, two years with no symptoms is not normal right?)
Toys on my desk:
- Small, purple half geode
- Lump of iron pyrite
- Buddy Christ (gift from Joe and Aims one Christmas)
- Bobble-head scratchy
- Miniature laughing Buddha statue (gift from Plei one mutual visit to SF)
- 6" tall Lara Croft figure, wearing the short-sleeved wet suit from Tomb Raider 2 (gift to myself)
I have a number of gifts from Jilli and Pete that are not, in fact, on my desk, but scattered throughout the house, including my devil duck in the tub, where it should be, a print of one of Pete's magic card illustrations, and a Vampire: the Masquerade card featuring a Pete illustration
of
Jilli. As I say, none of these are on my desk, but since a number of things on my desk wound up there because Buffistas gave them to me, I didn't want them to feel left out.
Holy fuck, DJ, that's insane.
eta:
6' tall Lara Croft figure
Dude, seriously? That's one big desk.
Holy fuck, DJ, that's insane.
Isn't it? When she first said, "My ex-husband poisoned me," I thought it was hyperbole, like he was a really shitty cook or unsanitary or something. Nope. She meant as in actual attempted murder-or at least keeping her sick enough that she couldn't keep an eye on the business or go to law school.
DJ, that is so scary. Is she pressing charges or anything? That dude needs to go down. Plus he'll do it again to some other poor woman!
I have an odd job. A 6' tall Mr. Potato Head just walked into the room.
I'm mad impressed.
I was too!
It's funny. Lately I do things like that without thinking and then startle myself. Like the day executed a shoulder high bug with my foot, or how I look down and realize I've crossed my legs... I've
never
been a leg crosser. Never.
DJ, that is so scary. Is she pressing charges or anything? That dude needs to go down. Plus he'll do it again to some other poor woman!
She said it was turned over to the state, but there's really no evidence left after 2 years. The new girlfriend doesn't have any family money, so I'm not sure if she has much to worry about.
I have an odd job. A 6' tall Mr. Potato Head just walked into the room.
::covets ND's job::
6' tall Lara Croft figure
Dude, seriously? That's one big desk.
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