Okay, here's a few more:

I "interviewed" T about some of her philosophies, boundaries, etc. when I was still deciding whether to open up or not:
C: What do you consider your area of expertise?
T: Chocolate.

T and I talked about my former b***h of a boss a lot before said boss retired. Once my new boss took over, I quickly learned he was a great guy. So in a conversation about the difference between the two: "It sounds like your work life is really changing for the better. E is a real encourager. B was, well...she was, well...actually, we know exactly what she was...(then looked around room like this: )."

I made her throw back her head and laugh when I told her that my new boss wanted to give her his regards, then said, "I'm still trying to figure out if that's good or bad."

This is one of those that you probably had to be there, but...one day I had an appointment scheduled, I got a call from T's receptionist asking if I could come in at 3:00 instead of noon because T was sick and wanted to try to get herself together to come in. I said sure. So when I got there, I asked her if she was okay. (Now imagine this entire diatribe said very quickly). She said, "My stomach's been hurting and I have some other symptoms and I figured they were chemo related, so I called my oncologist. He told me it was too far removed from my last chemo to be related. He told me, 'You know you could actually just be sick, right?'" Well, this morning, I took my medicine for my tachycardia and got choked on it and when I coughed, it flew across my bedroom and I looked and looked and looked and couldn't find it, so I took another one. Then I ate my cereal and I realized the pill could have landed in the cereal and I thought to myself, 'Oh my God, if I took a double dose of the pill that slows my heart down, my heart might stop!' So I started to panic and called my H who told me to calm down. None of it mattered, because I ended up throwing up anyway. My God, I really have diarrhea of the mouth today, so I guess I have it coming out both ends!" She laughed, and I know I was looking at her like this: . At this point, I said, "Did you OD on caffeine before you came in?" She laughed. I said I was going to ask her some questions and she said, "Oh this will be fun, I feel like I'm on a game show...1842? Napoleon? No, that is incorrect!" I'm still looking at her like this: . I thought she had lost her damn mind, but now I chalk it up to her being sick.

My T is weird, but she makes up for it by being really, really good!