What the fuck?

Okay, so it's officially 1 hour and 16 minutes from the time I was supposed to pick up Mr. J. 

He wasn't at home.

What the fuck is that about? 

I called his cell, I texted, I called his house phone and talked to his parents who said he was out.

What?

I had only talked to him 30 minutes before going to pick him up. He was gung-ho. 

I don't get it...

In other news I got a random POH message from a 45 year old guy trying to ignite conversation. (Keep in mind the title of my POH profile is "Must love books")

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P.D. Eastman's "Go Dog Go" is far more philosophically complicated than Dr. Seuss's "The Cat in the Hat." 

How's that for the initiation of a book argument? 

;-)

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I appreciate the wink. It says: "I realize how stupid this comment is, and 'ain't I cute".

I says: "Puke".

Also, my mom is 44. It's apt that someone old enough to be my parent tries to start a conversation about KIDDY BOOKS!!!!