The hideousness of my day yesterday was not to be believed. I mean, no one DIED or anything. But I had one of those work days where I was overwhelmingly, gonna-cry-any-second busy. And you know what's a delightful idea? Come on over to your coworker's cubicle and ask her how it's going when she's on a deadline. Because 955939503p940f*(@400 people before you didn't just do that.
I was late getting home, and I had a date with the Dick Whitman, there, and as soon as I saw his ludicrous self I cheered up. There is something about Dick Whitman that just makes me giggle as soon as I see him. He is kind of a fussbudget. I think that is why he cracks me up. Other than avoiding vomiting in every way possible, I do not fuss. Or budget. It's interesting to me when someone else fusses.
Also, could Edsel be more obsessed with him? Edsel is passionately in love with Dick Whitman. If you rated the two of us, Edsel would win in the who-is-smitten category.
I made him look at my Norma and Vern pictures. Dick Whitman, I mean. Not Edsel. Who would just eat the pictures. And he liked them! No one can resist my my Norma and Vern shots. Nor my Schwetty balls.
I noticed in the comments people were asking for pictures of my kittens. Here.
She also sent me a picture of Roger pooping on her pea gravel in her yard. Does anyone want to see that? I would be more than willing to share it.
Anderson Cooper is sitting under my chair, on the floor that always looks dirty because SOMEONE, whose name might be JUNE, decided painting the floor LIGHT GREEN was a great idea and now all it does is chip and look awful. June. Won't you hire her to decorate your house? She has some practical and good ideas.
So now you've seen the kittens and you can all shut up. June. The blogger who tells her commentors to shut up. Nice.
I've got nothing else to tell you. Maybe I do but whatever it might be has left the building that used to house my medulla. Because did I mention I had a busy day? Also? If you don't keep up with the comments on this blog, it is a LOT to read in one sitting. Holy cats. Holy possessed-by-demons cats.
Okay. June out.
P.S. Of course.
I just realized I missed Charlotte's birthday yesterday. Charlotte is the too-cool kid of my friends Renee and Dan. I KNEW the 28th was SOMETHING, but was too busy panicking and crying. Anyway, she is six now, and last time I mentioned her on here, she made Renee call to see how many readers I had because she wanted to determine if she was officially famous.