I have to go make a run across town to look at a paint sample. Mainly because I've been unable to hide sufficiently well to keep from finding out it was something I needed to go do.
To make matters worse, my shoes still smell like gasoline from stepping in a puddle of it last night when I went to fill up Reba's van.
::sigh::
Posted by Terry Oglesby at November 2, 2006 01:05 PM