I read BarryGibb.com today to see what Barry had to say about Michael Jackson. They were friends, you know. In fact, Michael Jackson was the godfather of one of Barry Gibb's kids. Which Barry Gibb mentioned on his site, and I am afraid he capitalized "godfather." The spelling and grammar on his site make me think that some day I will get over him. Even though I have loved him since 1978.
I really do think his son types the posts, but I do not understand why Barry Gibb doesn't proofread them. Then again, he probably wonders why I don't write fabulously successful songs and become a millionaire with impressive body hair. So there you go.
Barry Gibb aside, I do have something exciting to show you.
Faithful Reader Katie is on the pill. This is not gossip-about-Faithful-Readers time here at Bye Bye, Pie, although I am starting to think that would be a lovely segment to add to this site, don't you? If you have any really good guff on another reader, click my "I have guff" button at right.
See what you did there? You assumed I'd know how to make a button again, didn't you?
Getting back to Katie and her birth control, every month Katie decorates her pills so that she will notice them and remember to take them. I am not saying she takes a tiny pen and decorates each pill, because that would be insane. She would be like that guy who writes your name on a piece of rice down at Santa Monica pier. I always wondered what tourist would shell out for that, because, why? Why is this necessary in life? On your deathbed, do you think, "At least I got my name written on a piece of rice." What if your name WERE Rice? How redundant.
Do I take longer to tell a story than anyone you know?
So, when Katie decorated her pill box for June, she told me every time she looked at it, she thought of me. Which is kind of lovely and inappropriate at the same time. Naturally, I told her to send it right to me, once she was done with her course of pills. I did not want to mess up her cycle just so I could have the box right away. Okay, I kind of did.
Attached, please enjoy the beautifully decorated pill box, celebrating June. The month and the blogger.
She did a nice job, didn't she? So HAPPY. She did point out to me that her clouds in the middle there look like a bunny perhaps violating an alligator. And now that she's said that I can't UNsee it, you know?
I tried to pose with my namesake pills, but to no avail.
Here the flash ruined your viewing of the pills. And I'd like to remind you this room is Marvin's area, and the clutteriness make me tense, but I can do nothing. Also, you get a nice view of my Better Homes and Gardens vintage calendar, which if you have read for awhile you know I am Barry-Gibb-level obsessed with.
Once this girl in the dorm came into my dorm room, and she said, "Omygod, this room is, like, from Better Dorms and Gardens." For some reason I have never forgotten that.
At any rate, like Winston Churchill I never, never, never gave up.
Seriously, every time I look at this picture, I am overcome with the giggles. LOOK at that hangdog expression! It's not a MUG SHOT, June. Lighten up. I also like my little puff of hair next to my glasses.
And that is all I have to say about that. Except if anyone else wants to send me their old birth control, you know I am all over it.
I leave you with Obligatory Henry Shot (OHS), and Faithful Reader Nancy said that since she voted for me in that contest that is NOW OVER, she thinks as a reward she should get TWO OHS.
So, here we go. Henry vacillates between just hangin'…
And actin' the fool. Today I caught him jumping at the curtain thingy. And before you have a fit, (a) there are no loops in it and (2) he can't get in this room during the day.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to capture a cat's jump when Methuselah called and wants her camera back? When molasses called, thinks the camera is too slow?
I took nine million pictures of old Jack Be Nimble, over there.
Till I finally got the shot I was aching for. He did this for a solid half hour. It must be nice to be four months old and full of the beans.
So, hey, thanks for voting for me, you guys! I ended up in the top five, which means they are deciding right now whether I'm funny or not.
Ack! Hi! Take my wife, please! Horse walks into the bar and the bartender says, Why the long face? Hello my baby hello my darlin' hello my ragtime gal!!! Funny! Right here! Hi! Funny!