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In the midst of a very busy day -- and, yes, I realize the site does not reflect the amount of work I did today -- I got an email from my sexy husband that contained the following news item out of Ness City, Kansas:

For those who don't like to watch video, the story is of a 35-year-old woman who sat on the toilet in her boyfriend's mobile home for TWO YEARS. (I kid you not -- on the potty for two years.) It's probably safe to say that the woman had some sort of mental illness. The boyfriend reports that he brought her food and water and asked her to come out of the bathroom. She would reply, "Maybe tomorrow."

Law enforcement is still deciding if charges should be filed against the boyfriend for not seeking help earlier. By the time he did call for help, the woman's body had literally grown around the toilet seat. She had to have medical staff remove it and may possibly spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.

Although it's not unusual for my husband to send me strange news items, this one has me a bit concerned. I'm often out running around with different activities. Some of my friends have even commented how my husband must often feel abandoned. To his credit, he rarely complains... although the last time I went to Des Moines, he made a point of asking if I was coming home.

A friend of mine often says that certain things should just "not be put out there in the universe." By this she means that some of those horrible things that we all worry about should never be given a voice, because, of course, you don't want to give the universe ideas on the best ways to torture you. I feel rather the same way about this news item. I rather wish my husband had never read it. He doesn't need those types of ideas.

In closing, prayers to all who need them in Kansas.