Picture book. Pictures of your dogs-a, and your antipasta, a long time ago. Or, yesterday.

I asked all y'all all all to send me pictures of what you were up to yesterday, and here they are. Siren sent me the first photo of her happy-go-lucky self, right at midnight Sunday morning. She did not tell me her locale, but she said "Eastern time," which leads me to believe she is … Continue reading Picture book. Pictures of your dogs-a, and your antipasta, a long time ago. Or, yesterday.

Rockwellin out with my smock out

Wouldn't it have been awful if I'd have driven all the way for that Rockwell exhibit and instead of Normal Rockwell it was that idiot Rockwell, who sang Somebody's Watchin' Me?   I realize that is the worst video ever. The real video made you sit through TWO COMMERCIALS first and I refused to put … Continue reading Rockwellin out with my smock out

It’s me, you old poop!

We just had drama over here at house o' June. I fed Francis his morning bunny and Tallulah tried the whole get-on-the-angry-chair-to-check-it-out move that Edsel's been doing. You have never seen so much fur fly in your life. Francis smack smack smacked poor Talu, leaving her with a bloody snout. Tallulah showed her teeth and … Continue reading It’s me, you old poop!

Pieces of Wisdom–June detoxes. Sort of.

Crap. Yesterday I asked all y'all to give me some advice on how to switch to decaf, even though caffeine is the best best best thing in the whole wide world and why would anyone want to live without it? Maybe migraines aren't that bad. What say you? So yesterday Edsel and I headed out … Continue reading Pieces of Wisdom–June detoxes. Sort of.

June and her delicate brain, part deux

I returned to the headache clinic this morning, as I have not seen the headache docor who diagnosed me with a "delicate brain" since May. Because I was in that study of the experimental migraine medicine, I always saw the nurse. The head nurse, as it were. Get it? Bah. My brain may be delicate, … Continue reading June and her delicate brain, part deux

Soon found out, had a tabletop of glass

When Marvin and I met, you know, the second time--not when we first dated in college but when we got back together in the '90s--he lived in LA and I lived in Seattle. We had a long-distance relationship for about, oh, three months before we said screw it, I'm moving to LA. He had the … Continue reading Soon found out, had a tabletop of glass

And eight animal posts is enough to fill our lives with boredom. Also? We spend our days like bright and shiny new dimes.

Wouldn't this be relaxing? Trying to eat while huge rabid beasts begrudge your every bite? Not to mention having the phone recharger dangling in your Festa di Fantista. I know this blog has been all-pets-all-the-time, live-nude-pets, but I got a call from the vet yesterday, and it turns out Francis' irritated bowel is more irritated … Continue reading And eight animal posts is enough to fill our lives with boredom. Also? We spend our days like bright and shiny new dimes.

June shoots saline up her nose holes. Makes you want to read on, doesn’t it?

Yesterday, between my 75 vet appointments, I also called my beleaguered doctor. "Dr. OverMe? It's June." "Yes, June. What is it?" sighed Dr. OverMe. She failed to add the "now," but it was implied. "Will you call me in a prescription for a Z-Pack? I know I have a sinus infection. I am absolutely positive." … Continue reading June shoots saline up her nose holes. Makes you want to read on, doesn’t it?

And the award for most dramatic cold goes to…

In the immortal words of Martin Luther King, "IIIII have a cold." You know it's bad when I do not care if my socks match. The beige one on the right, there, is left over from when I had a giant polyp removed from my girly bits. It has that plastic tracking stuff on the … Continue reading And the award for most dramatic cold goes to…

Many things. Because one thing I am is linear.

1) Whenever I see a headline about that poor Gifford woman who got shot in Tuscon, I immediately think they are talking about Frank Gifford. "Gifford's Breathing Tube to be Removed," I'll see, and I'm all, "WHAT HAPPENED TO FRANK GIFFORD?" Like I'm so into Frank Gifford. The only thing I know about him is … Continue reading Many things. Because one thing I am is linear.

Everyone resents Marvin, and June becomes a lesbian trophy wife

Tallulah is so.totally.over. Marvin and his snow days. "make dadee go." We are on DAY FOUR of Marvin not having to work, and the roads are FINE. You have never met a wimpier place than the South. Anyway, Marvin is forever cuddling Talu, and speaking to her in a high, squeaky voice, and it is … Continue reading Everyone resents Marvin, and June becomes a lesbian trophy wife