I asked Marvin what I should blog about and he said REO Speedwagon, and how they had one lead singer, and then another one, and how the one singer was a real tool. And also there was a falling out with the guitar player.
See. This is why no one ever read any of Marvin's 14 blogs and why when he told me I should start a blog I said, "Why would I want to do that? No one ever comments or pays any attention to blogs."
REO Speedwagon. I am ridin' the storm out. Is what I'm doing.
In other less mind-numbingly dull news, we have a commenter of the weeker. It is Furry Godmother with her always-amusing words about her pets. Click on This Week's Special if you are flapping your hands because you cannot wait another moment.
I am supposed to be at furniture market today with my next-door neighbor Peg, but on top of the five books I am already proofreading at the moment, I was given a deposition and a statistics textbook this week, so I had to cancel. She is, however, taking my friend the Other June.
Furniture market is this really big deal in North Carolina. Apparently a lot of furniture gets made here, or maybe it used to, kind of like how a lot of cars used to get made in Michigan. I don't know. Anyway, this time of year, all the furniture manufacturers come here and show off their wares, and you can only get into this giant show if you are connected somehow, and my neighbor Peg is an interior designer.
Furniture market is kind of the Academy Awards of North Carolina.
Anyway it sounds fun. And you know I am jonesing for a couch. Maybe Peg and the Other June will pick one up for me, you think?
Peg invited us over the other night to christen her new front-porch furniture by eating some homemade strawberry shortcake. She said her old wicker furniture had deteriorated so much these past few years, and I know Winston goes over there and naps on said furniture, and am hoping against hope he has not been sharpening his claws on it. Anyway we shamelessly partook of the cake and new furniture anyway.
This is the worst photo of Marvin, ever, but he never reads my blog anymore so he won't know I put it in. heeeeeeee….
We are going to Marty Martin's house tomorrow to eat fajitas and watch a really bad movie, and that I am not canceling, because who can cancel fajitas, plus also he has the coolest dog ever who I cannot wait to see again. His dog goes to the same dog day care as mine, and one day we left work at the same time (Marty Martin and me, not his dog and me) and got to dog day care together, and they released our hounds simultaneously.
Tallulah RAN out of the dog day care room, TORE through the lobby, ran over and over and over and over again in a circle, until she finally relented and I was able to corral her wriggling self onto her leash.
Marty Martin's dog galumphed into the room, walked over and sat. Right in front of Marty Martin. I don't even think MM had to put a leash on him.
In other words, our dogs are just like us.
We have to talk book club books, by the way. A couple people have suggested titles. I am reading a book for my real-life book club called The Storm, by Margriet de Moor, which sounds interesting. There is a review in the New York Times–oh, why don't I link to it. There we go.
Faithful Reader Gladys also suggested A Prayer for Own Meany, which I have never read, and Faithful Reader Liz said how about A Reliable Wife by Robert Goolrick.
What say all of you? I have not read that book, either. Let's decide this weekend and we'll say next Mince Words with June will be Sunday, May 16.