The “giant slot” drinking game. Oh, snap!

You see this picture? This fairly boring picture of my cats wrestling? Could you do me a favor and enjoy the CRAP out of it, please? I came home for lunch yesterday, as I am wont to do, and when the kittens startled their shenanigans I took this picture and thought, This might be cute. … Continue reading The “giant slot” drinking game. Oh, snap!

In which June abstains from playing with her webcam. Umm-hmm.

Do you want to know who I am annoyed with? Old Ruffy McWoof, over here. And yes, we ARE being haunted by a pink ghost. Who cannot stop playing with her webcam effects? He kept leaping off the bed to BARK!BARK!BARK! at who knows what out the living room window all night. Who wants to … Continue reading In which June abstains from playing with her webcam. Umm-hmm.

In which June mentions NEW COMPUTER not at all

Good morning! Who needs to get past her webcam? Who needs to not show you her hair in the a.m.? It is bad enough in the p.m. Since I have been unable to talk to you for reals, what with this lack of computer issue--did you know I was having computer issues?--there is now so … Continue reading In which June mentions NEW COMPUTER not at all

Did I mention I hate my computer?

Blogging from work would be wrong. And that is why I am not doing it right now. Computer COMPLETELY dead at home. Dead. Dead dead dead. Stick a fork in it. The fat lady has sung. Unfortunately, that fat lady is me. I blame work. If someone is gonna BRING chocolate-chip cookies stuffed with Oreos, … Continue reading Did I mention I hate my computer?

In which June is not pleasant

Somehow yesterday I got into a discussion with Faithful Reader Siren re her cat's disproportionately huge anus. Naturally I requested a photo. She is right. What's going on, there? Siren said I could show all y'all only if I also included a photo of her cat not being anus-y. momma siren also say ant joon … Continue reading In which June is not pleasant

June. Prepared for her trip to Windsor Castle since 2011.

If you were up all night worried sick that Talu and Edsel didn't survive their PetSmart grooming, you can now finally toddle off to bed. As soon as we got there, poor Tallulah started trembling like a banshee. My poor girl. She leaped up on me and wanted me to hold her head. That's what … Continue reading June. Prepared for her trip to Windsor Castle since 2011.

In which June references Mr. McGee. As you do.

Sorry I'm late. I had the NERVE to try to recycle 14 photos on my desktop and you can imagine the 40 dramatic fits my computer had. I'm like Mr. McGee from the Raspberry Beret song. I don't like this computer's kind, because it's a bit too leisurely. Who is eagerly awaiting her credit card? … Continue reading In which June references Mr. McGee. As you do.

Miss Doxie’s Emporium of Fun aka Miss Doxie’s

I left my stupid stupid stupid effing giant makeup bag at Doxie's--the makeup bag that not only contains all my makeup so Ima look like a HAG all week, but also my many many keep-me-sane-ish meds, my mouth guard, and the Latisse I stole from Doxie. Other than that? I had a great time. Miss … Continue reading Miss Doxie’s Emporium of Fun aka Miss Doxie’s