Well, I took care of it myself. All it took was dealing with 20 year olds, which wasn't a treat but at least I won't have to face frank without having first fired one up. Hurray. The icky part was surprising the young one when he showed up to watch movies with his friends. Haha on you girl who doesn't care, take that. Oh well, I don't *really* care.
Still no word from the other front. Is it bad to be hoping someone is dead in a ditch so you won't have to be pissed at them for blowing you off? Probably. At least I have a walnut pie baking which smells sugary and lovely.
