News, good and baddish

Well, I don't really know how baddish this is, maybe it's just weird news, but our lawyer emailed me today to say that the whore is requesting a jury trial. Our lawyer knows why--b/c the whore's lawyer knows that the judge will see past the whore's lies, but that a jury might not--and says that the whore's lawyer must be handling her case for free or something. This makes me think a jury trial is more expensive than a judge trial??? I don't know. The other thing our lawyer told us a long time ago is, "Juries are crazy." She says they fall for dramatic acting, but also points out that the whore is a very bad actor and witness. She also, bless her, said not to worry, that she wants to win this case as much as we do and will try to work weekends off the clock for us. I will try my best not to worry. I don't know how successful I'll be. I had insomnia just last night and S had it the night before, along with throwing up.

This is all just too insane. Well... as we all know now, I'm an excellent witness so if we can just work on hubby, then I still think we've got this case won and, like, in the bag. I will appeal to that jury and make them love us!!! Please God, don't let any cop-haters get on the jury!

Good news: the crock pot worked beautifully last night. I got home and the house smelled like dinner! The rotel tomatoes were slightly bubbling and the chicken was so tender it started to fall apart when I poked it. I actually said out loud even though I was alone, "Ooooooooooooooooooh!" Then S got home and we ate it with rice, corn, salad, and rolls. I'm just happy that I found a meal I can cook for him that doesn't make him sick (please hold the jokes until I explain!). See, all I knew how to cook when we met was rice and pasta, so I attempted to branch out a little. I once made a wonderful cheesy beefy Mexican casserole--he got sick. Then I made a delicious cheesy, beefy penne pasta casserole--he got sick. He does love my crispy enchiladas and when I make tostadas, but I can only make those so often. He possesses the most tender of stomachs, is the problem. He's got ulcers and can't eat any kind of pasta w/sauce, which is my favorite food. So I'm still exploring, with the help of Allrecipes!

Had a little bad Karma today, maybe from bitching at S this a.m. for throwing away all my coupons when he cleaned my car the other day. I had a lunch meeting w/the Hispanic Health Coalition, of which I am a board member. We had sandwiches brought in and I grabbed a box marked, of course, chicken salad. But when we all settled down and the meeting began and I opened my box, it was some kind of pink meat, maybe ham! Ugh. But I had no choice, as there was nothing left but pastrami and veggie, no thanks. Still--I had told S not to clean my car but since he was driving it that day, he said he couldn't stand it and had to. Oh well, the sandwich wasn't too terrible after all and the cookie was delicious, so maybe I only had 1/2 bad Karma.