iLander
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Last weekend, at the grocery store, DH said "Let's try something new," and held up a box of frozen empanadas. Ilander, in a momentary lapse of judgement, says "Sure, why not?" Usually, iLander is very careful about beef and pork cooked by others. Usually she just won't eat it. Period.
On Wednesday, iLander, persuaded by this "try new things" fervor, ate said empanada. It tasted good. She had a second one. Then she went to bed.
The next day, she woke up with a bit of "rumbly in her tumbly". As the day progressed, it became worse, with stomach cramps, bloating, and explosive (that which shall not be mentioned). By the evening, all became clear:
DH wanted iLander dead. She was getting older, and a bit crotchety, and the deadly empanada had just presented itself.
By Friday morning, the rumbly had subsided only slightly, all of iLander's internal organs had melted into some kind of painful, burning, liquid that was trying to exit her body. Unusually cheerful DH is making soup, but iLander is eyeing it with suspicion . . .
On Wednesday, iLander, persuaded by this "try new things" fervor, ate said empanada. It tasted good. She had a second one. Then she went to bed.
The next day, she woke up with a bit of "rumbly in her tumbly". As the day progressed, it became worse, with stomach cramps, bloating, and explosive (that which shall not be mentioned). By the evening, all became clear:
DH wanted iLander dead. She was getting older, and a bit crotchety, and the deadly empanada had just presented itself.
By Friday morning, the rumbly had subsided only slightly, all of iLander's internal organs had melted into some kind of painful, burning, liquid that was trying to exit her body. Unusually cheerful DH is making soup, but iLander is eyeing it with suspicion . . .