I came home tonight. It’s dark. Moon’s out. I pull into the driveway. Come around the corner. Suddenly there are nine horses surrounding the car. On both sides. Scared the crap out of me.

Of course I knew they were around. For some reason one of our neighbor’s horses keep getting out, coming to our yard, eat our grass and then crap it all back out again. Not fun. I’d never seen them out there before. That was a surprise. They aren’t like cows either. You try to scare them and they don’t move. In fact, if you want you can just go over and pet them. No big deal.

Some unfortunate news. It doesn’t look like I am going to get the assistant manager’s position at the store. It’s not like there is anything wrong with me at this point. Problem is that I just don’t have enough manager’s experience. I’ve only been lead like nine months. You’re suppose to have like two. They could have fudged things a little bit but I just didn’t have enough time in. Oh well. Things might change quickly though. Rachel, anyway, is going to start grooming me for when another position becomes available.

I made some plans to visit friends. I also agreed to watch the dogs when my parents were gone for one weekend. It just occurred to me that those might be the same weekends. Oh shit.

And finally, I did something stupid yet again tonight. I went to Images to see Match Point with my sister. As we were waiting for the previous showing to get out I happened to just barely notice Sara Kolenberg and her mother pass by. I tapped her on the arm and said hi. There was that awkward moment where I wasn’t one-hundred percent sure that I said hi to the right person and she didn’t recognize me, you know, that old song and dance one does when they haven’t seen or talking to someone from high school in six years. The whole thing just kind of took everyone off guard. There was a little small talk, her mom tried to remember our names, and we were holding up the line.

So wait, the stupid part. I’ve had a crush on Sara for, like, forever. And I didn’t once think to ask her for her phone number. Why am I such an idiot? I’d really like to know. Anyway, I went into a panic after I knew I blew it. But I had an idea. I’ll just look up her parent’s phone number in the phone book, smooth talk my way through things. Kolenberg, yeah, not in the Hoosick Falls phone book. Shit.

So…my message to you: Any help at all in finding any sort of information on Sara Kolenberg would be greatly rewarded by myself.