T fears he may end up in the ziti
T called to commiserate about the house remodel – turns out he can’t move in this week like promised – go figure. Anyway, I told him I am not speaking to him since he didn’t come last night – he said he just couldn’t do it, but in hindsight he should have because it would have probably been better for his psyche than sitting home alone. He suggested I sleep with K – take one for the LaLa. I said forgetaboutit. Meanwhile, if he totalled what his house remodel has cost him so far, he says he’d puke. Don’t I know it! Then again, his carpenter died, mine is a living nutball.