Your fearless leader of Mince Words with June is mincing with death, is what she is. She left work at 3:00 and has been in bed in her stunning Delta College Tshirt ever since. Delta College is a community college. Fearless leader June attended said Delta the first year after high school because she graduated… Continue reading The Fountainhead. Don’t put columns on my building!
Remember, tonight is our first Mince Words with June, the official book club of this blog. As opposed to all those other book clubs that pop up here unofficially. So get your Ding-Dongs (our official book club snack food) and get your comments ready. I will post my review of The Fountainhead at 9 p.m.… Continue reading Fountainhead tonight!
The other day Marvin tells me my iPod is corrupted, which made me think my iPod met the wrong crowd and started smoking that cocaine, but apparently it just means all your songs go away and you have to put them back on again. Marvin was only too happy to fill my iPod. Let me… Continue reading I’ve never met anyone quite like you before
Tallulah is staring at me. Someone is staring at you in Personal Growth. She is in the kitchen, peeking her head around the door. It's unnerving.Okay, turned out she wanted to go outside. That was a terribly disturbing way to go about it, peeping at me like that.Anyway, I was so involved in showing you… Continue reading In which June speaks of nothing and everything
Enclosed please find a relatively boring YouTube video of Tallulah getting her teeth brushed for the first time. Won't you enjoy my Michigan accent? I just came back from working out, and hadn't put any product in my hair yet, hence the part where I look like Garth. Party on. Original music and "could you… Continue reading Oral hygiene with Talu
It is a rainy, chilly Saturday here at world of June. Here is my rain hair. I put this picture on Facebook last night with the words to the Cowardly Lion's "Courage" speech. Because what makes the Sphinx the seventh wonder? Courage. This hair is the eighth wonder. And speaking of the strange and terrible,… Continue reading What the blooming bush is going on?
I have no idea if this will work; I'm attaching a photo of my niece Emma in present day and emailing my blog. Look at June! Gettin' all high tech! Maybe.
I just threw away my eggplant sweater. I don't mean that it was literally made from eggplants, cause, slimy. I loved that sweater, but it was gettin' ridiculous. Okay, cause first of all, Robbie Krieger from The Doors called and wants his hair back. It's 99% humidity here today. I guess it's time for another… Continue reading 2000 called. Wants its sweater back.
So I'm sitting there at work, and I feel this...this...Heavenly days in the morning! That isn't a WHISKER, is it?I stampeded to the giant Wicked Queen mirror in my office. (Seriously, you should see that gargantuan thing.) Sure enough, I had this GROWTH coming out of my face. I practically looked like one of my… Continue reading If by “sexy” you mean “I look like Geraldo Rivera”
Everyone knows who Dooce is, right? I mean, I feel like an arse even linking to her, as she gets A MILLION hits a month, so who on earth doesn't know her? Okay, just go Google "Dooce" and you'll get right to her, if you don't know her blog. As a recap, Dooce started blogging… Continue reading Bagging on Dooce. Hey, at least I stopped mentioning Casey Chase.
You guys. Seriously. We need to find out who Casey Chase is. Portugal, Turkey, Viet Nam--ALL LOOKING for fricking Casey Chase here today. And when you Google him? All you get is my stupid blog.WHO IS HE? Everyone on earth knows about him except us. Or else he's just a regular guy who everyone in… Continue reading Nonpaper chase
I just asked Marvin what I should blog about, and he said, "The time you got drunk and left your car in the parking lot." Oh, that was terrible. I worked about 20 miles from home and I went out for drinks with coworkers after work, and a mere five hours later I was drunk… Continue reading My wife is drunk
Yesterday, Marvin and I drove to Winston-Salem to get up with my friend Marianne. Which you already knew if you read yesterday. But two and a half people read me on Saturday, so I am telling you again. Or maybe I am just turning into my grandmother and repeating myself constantly. Did I ever tell… Continue reading Insert title few people will think is funny here
Today Marvin and I are getting together with my old friend Marianne and her son. I know I have told you who Marianne is, but people come and go so quickly from this blog, and sometimes people don't read all 650 of my posts because they have lives, so I will recap. I met Marianne… Continue reading And the rest!
There's this stupid commercial that comes on every morning on my clock radio. That was a subtle way of bragging that I have a clock radio. I know! You too can aspire to have the fancy things in life like June. Anyway, it's a commercial for Alarm Force, which I assume is some kind of… Continue reading Penelope Cruise
I've got nothing interesting to blog about today, and if you'll recall, last time that happened I ended up whipping out my I'm Irked columns from high school. Which is never a good sign. Yeah, and you know what else? You know how you're over there reading along, minding your own business, and right up… Continue reading Picture book. Pictures of your June-a, and some of her dog-a, a long time ago.
You know how Marvin's alarm goes off at 5:00, but he doesn't get into the shower until he hears my alarm go off at 6:00, which means I have to LIE there and try not to pee in the bed until he's done luxuriating in the bubbles or whatever? Yeah. So today I'm lying there… Continue reading Coyote poo
So, if you read my comments, you know Hulk, seeing as he comments daily. If you don't read my comments, Hulk is a friend from high school who I lost touch with until the magic, magic time-wasting world of Facebook entered my life. Since Hulk friended me--and yes, "friended" has become a word and I… Continue reading Hey baby, I’m your manly hands
We didn't have any plans this weekend, which is kind of rare, and I always get excited about having no prescribed activities, then by Sunday I am always depressed about having no prescribed activities. I do not know what to tell you, other than I am batshit crazy. And that's why I said, "Let's paint… Continue reading A New Lowe
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