10:03 am: Phone call from a concerned parent. It seems there is a book in the teacher's "Recommended Reads" library. This is her personal library and kids can borrow from it for weekly book reports. This school is 6-8th graders. The book is "Looking for Alaska" and it's my understanding that it starts with a mother dying, "eases" into her child dealing with her death with vodka snuck into her milk thermos, skipping school, "favors" performed on school chums (primarily boys) and ends with a suicide.
REALLY?
What the heck happened to To Kill A Mocking Bird? Jane Eyre?
10:56 am: I open in four minutes and YES...my husband took the key...AGAIN. I had been texting him and e-mailing for an hour (during the happy-go-lucky "concerned parent" call). No response.
11:10am: My husband pulls up to let me in. He informs me that he no longer wants to be referred to as "my husband" on the blog. He wants to go by his name...John.
Do you think I am making this up? Because I am not.
I'd love to think that on the frantic ride over he was feeling so badly for taking my key AGAIN and that he was trying to help find a solution for the Naughty Book Thing..but he wasn't. He was all riled up about how he is referred to in my blog. I'd love to have that kind of time....
So. The artist formerly known as "my husband" will from now on be referred by name . I guess he HAS earned that in the last few weeks. And it IS fewer letters, thus saving me time.
4:00pm. My daughter wants a ride to the Oregon Humane Society. Because of my getting the shop up and running, I neglected to drop off her volunteer form and NOW her life is ruined. RUINED I tell you.
Wow. I thought the hideous death, guilt, suicide book would do her in, but apparently it's my not dropping off the volunteer form that will send her for years of couch time.
5:00pm. JOHN takes over the shop and we hop in the car to drive to the Oregon Humane Society. My son's school calls my cell. It's late. This worries me. AS I answer I hear my son say softly from the back seat "Oh...this might be about the incident".
WHAT?
With no time to actually say "WHAT???" out loud, I calmly say "hello?"
Voice on phone: "Is this Mrs. Hollands?" (This was my out....why didn't I take it?)
Me: "Yes it is"
Voice: "This is Melissa, the school counselor". ( I glance in the rear view mirror and see my son VERY intent on looking in the "African American Hair Weevers" store.....which is empty and dark.)
Me: "Yes?"
Voice: "I wanted to call to tell you everything is okay, it all worked out fine...." (bells.....whistles...) "but today there was an incident on the school".
Is this like "Walter the Farting Dog: Incident at the Garage Sale" book? Because THAT is funny. I am not getting funny out of this though.
Me: "Um...yes?" (I say yes quite often.)
Voice/Melissa: It seems that ______ was upset and told Cole he was going to kill him...but we figured it all out and it all seems okay now".
Whewwww......so glad__________figured out it was all okay and that he ISN'T going to KILL MY CHILD.....that would have been scary.
It appears that this child is also a black belt in karate and so it seems that possibly he really COULD kill my son. But the Voice/Melissa feels that it's "all worked out". Fantastic.
Get to the Humane Society. Drop off the form. Walk around looking at dogs. We then find our dog's doppleganger. Same age. Same breed (mixed, weird mut). It's so spooky we all just stand staring. The dog stares back and then "squeak-barks" like our dog Lucy does. I am about 95 % certain this is our dog's sister.

Humane Society Dog
Our Dog.
I had a hard time walking away. It was like leaving a FRIEND behind. They are eerily IDENTICAL! I want to bring Lucy over tomorrow to meet the dog! See if they bond!
Here are some fun "cat rooms".
6:00pm We head to dinner from the OHS. We are at dinner when a friend/neighbor 3 blocks down calls and says "Where are you?". I said "At dinner". He said "Where are the kids?". I said "With me...at dinner". He says "Where is John?". I said "Oddly...he's having a meeting at the same restaurant we are at!...He's here too, but not with us".
The friends says "Why is your dog in our backyard?".
Really? I mean....REALLY. HOW could this day get any more strange?
Soft porn books, death threats, doppelgangers, and now my dog has run away...to the neighbors. (can't say I blame her at this point). Meaning our front door has blown open or the house blew down, because when we left....the dog was safely inside.
I let John take care of this one. I enjoyed my burger. :)))))
JOHN would also like me to give an updated photo of the shop...a long shot. He's very distraught that I don't have a finished picture. We will make JOHN happy.

All done. I am soooo sleepy. This felt like a day and HALF!
Happy Friday to you! Please....Let it be a BORING one for me!