Adventures with Dr. Lady Cutie Troublemaker

My best friend in high school was Lesley. She didn’t move to Atlanta until just before our senior year started. We met because she lived near me, and she ended up riding to school with me in the mornings.

Since I have to study, no time for lots of old stories, so I will make a long story short. Lesley grew up, moved to L.A., and married Demi Moore’s brother, Morgan. I was the only friend of hers who came to the very small wedding. Morgan didn’t make the best impression on me. The first thing he said to me was, “Oh, you’re the one married to that English guy, right?” “Yeah, that’s me.” His response? “I thought all English guys were fags.” Lovely. The main things I noticed about him were that he was very good looking, very obnoxious, and he had a lot of paintball and gun magazines sitting around their condo at this resort where the wedding was being held. He did seem to really love Lesley, so I was happy about that. Well, that was many years ago. Since then, Lesley gave birth to twins. I haven’t seen her in forever, but we stay in touch some. Recently, I got an email from her saying that she knew I loved gossip, so I should get the Star Magazine with Jennifer Aniston on the cover. That one wasn’t in my local CVS, so I got her to give me the scoop. She sent me here:

The thought of Lesley uttering the sentence “Keep Your Hands Off My Babies!” cracks me up!

The one really good part about all of this is that it is likely that Lesley will be moving back to Atlanta in the near future, so I should be able to see her more often.

Demi Moore may have a lot of money and power, but I swear, Lesley is the spunkiest and about the most clever person I know. I think she’ll pull through just fine. Still, pisses me off that she’s been disrespected like this.

I’d post a picture of us, but I’d have to scan it, and that’s not studying!