Stormy's husband doesn't like me. He doesn't hate me either, but...I think he's uncomfortable around me. I mean, I AM the one Stormy complains to about him. Of course, I'm also the one Stormy brags to about him-and judging by what I heard last night she has every right to brag. DAMN, that girl is loud. And since I'm not getting any, I SO didn't need to hear it. Even though I was amused.
Anyway. I need to go cook dinner.
Laters