SOMEONE SPOILS A BOOK FOR ME
In high school:
Me: I just started reading [book].
Mom (excitedly): Did you get to the part where he gets shot?
Saturday in the theater watching a movie adaption of the same book:
Mother who can’t stop whisper-talking loudly throughout the entire flick to ten year old who is way to old to be sitting on her lap: He’s about to get shot; I don’t want you to see. [covers child’s eyes]
thebookh8r asked: Aaaah congrats on the job!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! We should email and talk in more detail about this. Also, who the hell asks for SAT scores?? I mean, I know I took them. But. That was a long time ago and don't the scores mean different things now? But basically, you're awesome and I am so pleased for you!
Thank you; you are also awesome! And I will be in turn asking you for more detail about mad pooping at your library/our superlative (don’t ask what kind of superlatives) alma mater. And you know, the rest of your life, but seriously, what’s more important?
I will force myself to clean my apartment more, then email.