I plan to post over the weekend, but for the moment I've been asked a few times about what the results were of Rick's MRI...
Well, no clot. Instead the diagnosis was simply too many Fritos, Tortilla Chips... and that salt lick that he likes so much? It's gotta go. Yep, too much salt. That's all.
Oh and for those wondering how I tolerated his antics yet again? Well, I really didn't. As I recall, the word divorce came up several times. In fact, it's still my favorite word right now.