I have to move.
I just called gigglemom and she wants me to pick up dinner somewhere. fine. but I told her that I was going out with lynda and possibly staying over and she freaked out - screaming on the phone about me picking out paint for the living room tomorrow.
last I checked I didn't say I was spending the weekend with lynda.
good god. she's driving me nuts.
oh and if I lived elsewhere I wouldn't smell like cigarettes.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
