Are you KIDDING me?
And then I consulted Joomy and a number of other people on issues with The Moosehunter and was given quite a bit of advice and then I had to move on.
And I cried over this Moosehunting character because he made me sad and also because the tires on his car were just so large.
And then I went out with a dining companion and moved on entirely with my life and was living happily ever after, having totalled my Jeep and accepted that now, when we see each other on the road, he won't know that it is me because he won't know the vehicle.
Are you KIDDING ME?
After I had worked so hard to move on and gone to dinner with a dining companion?
Do you KNOW what happened?
HE CALLED ME.
What the fuck?
(Also, I've noticed that I swear altogether too much on my blog lately. Something I will need to remedy in the future, for sure.)
But in the meantime?
The funny thing is that my mother (You know the woman I'm talking about. The one who dated like, ONE person and then married him at the age of eighteen and then thirty seven years later offers advice to her single daughter? Yeah, that's my mother who I'm talking about here) told me this would happen. She told me that he would be very busy with his thirteen hundred acres of corn and that he would call in January when the corn was done.
She told me to take it as a good sign that he called so soon into the corn being done with.
I might call him tomorrow.
Who's kidding who, I practically had to be restrained from calling him the minute I saw his name on my phone.