Pickle-ay-he-hoo

A couple of days ago in this pressing blog, I mentioned the phrase "those of us in the pet world" and I offered a fabulous prize to the first person to guess where that charming phrase originated.

Faithful Reader Molly figured it out first. It was in the note my Annoying Dog Walker sent me about what I was feeding my dog ("those of us in the pet world abhor that food") (what a twit), thereby leading to Annoying Dog Walker's firing and Tallulah's subsequent days spent lolling about at dog day care. Which has worked out much better.

And by the way, I just went back to 2008–not literally–to try to find that post where the dog walker left me the note which lead to her firing, and I could not find said post, but I did find those few days where you sent me your family portraits and I Photoshopped myself into them and joined your family and oh! I get a kick out of myself.

I get no kick from cocaine! Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all. But I get a kick out of me.

Family

What happened to the part where you guys were gonna go to Sears Portrait Studio and I was gonna go to my local Sears and we were gonna meld me into your current family photos? Cause I am still so down with that.

"Um, I know that's all you guys in your khaki pants and white shirts, but who's the frizzy chick in the Kiss Tshirt?"

"Oh, that's June."

AT ANY RATE, the POINT of my story is that Faithful Reader Molly received the delightful prize of a yodeling pickle, from yours truly, over here.

Yes I did send her a yodeling pickle. It gets there Tuesday. I told her she should hear it before she sees it. Molly, we expect a full report on the pickle. The pickle report. Don't put a lid on it! Tell us all. Your mouth will be ajar when you get your pickle. I hope you relish it!

She's gonna go sour on my blog, isn't she?

Okay, that's all I have to tell you. I went back into my exciting Pictures file and randomly pulled out a photo. Here's me in London on my 25th birthday.

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Glad I seized the day with this crowd. Have never talked to any of those people ever again once we got back to the US. Haven't the foggiest where they are. BAH! But it was nice of them to get me a cake.

Actually, I was never with these people at all. I just Photoshopped myself into their London adventure.

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Author: June

At one point, I was sort of hot, in a "she's 27 and probably a 7" kind of a way. Now I'm old and have to develop a charming personality. Guess how that's going.