She carefully explained to the jury why she had killed her husband with the poker.
- I had just gotten out of bed on my 40th birthday. He was still lying in the bed.
- I stood in front of the mirror, naked and looked at myself. I didn't like what I saw.
- I told my husband:
I'm so depressed.
Look at me.
I'm getting old and I'm getting fat.
My breasts are drooping.
My butt is getting huge.
And I'm getting wrinkles.
- and that son-of-a-bitch replied:
Don't worry honey. At least your eyesight is still excellent.
- So I went into the living room, and got the poker.