Weeding the Garden

Heyyyy! Sixteen percent in the HOWSE! Who is annoying? Am pleased to be back home, with my always-nice-to-each-other pets. It looks like Lily is embracing Iris but really she's kicking that kitten's blind ass. I will miss Sleeping Beauty's little family, and by the way, Sleeping Ruggedly Handsome does not like his picture taken. It's … Continue reading Weeding the Garden

June + The Beach = TLA

I'm gonna miss him so bad. Do you like my pajams? They got giraffes on them. Last night I asked Sleeping Beauty and her man, Sleeping Ruggedly Handsome (he needed a manly name. I just thought of it now) if they had a godmother for Puck. "You know. If. God forbid. AnythinghappenedtoyouIcouldbehismother?!?" I squealed, a … Continue reading June + The Beach = TLA

Another day, another photo of June holding a baby.

I tried to post last night, using my iPone, and who needs to get over the iPone joke, but the photo posted upside-down. If this one posts upside-down it'll make sense, because me. With a baby. It's just not right. My point is, and I tried to say this last night, too, is I have … Continue reading Another day, another photo of June holding a baby.

June and Sleeping Beauty go to the beach. Except she’s bringing her baby. How much sleep will she really get?

I woke up this morning and before I even opened my eyes, I told myself: YOU GOING TO THE BEACH, BITZ! So here I go. If I can figure out how to send pictures to my blog, I will. If I can't, just picture me lying there getting melanoma. It's supposed to be sunny and … Continue reading June and Sleeping Beauty go to the beach. Except she’s bringing her baby. How much sleep will she really get?

Hot air

Your comments yesterday about your least-favorite songs were the funniest ever. I was in tears laughing. Everyone go read yesterday's comments. I'd cull them, and you know how I like to use the word "cull," but my deadline IS TODAY and I have to scream on here, write something, GO MEDITATE AND BE SERENE, and … Continue reading Hot air

Texts with Hulk: March Madness Edition

Yesterday on Facebook I mentioned what a rude prickly bitch the grieving process was. A couple hours later I got a text from Hulk. HULK: What are we grieving about today? Not getting to see me tomorrow? [I was supposed to go to Atlanta and see Hulk during his three-hour layover at the airport. But … Continue reading Texts with Hulk: March Madness Edition

Winston’s peaceful existence. A thing of the past.

So now I have to drag out old posts to keep you amused. THERE IS A LOT OF WORK. I don't know if I've mentioned that. Anyway, here is May of 2010, when I still had my beloved wonderful Winston, and Henry was a bitty kitten. Ahh, summer. Hey, Winston! What doing? Henry here to … Continue reading Winston’s peaceful existence. A thing of the past.

June the Mime Continues Her Wordless-ish Blog

Yesterday I mostly worked. Someone took advantage of my distractedness to do the forbidden. Laundry. The dining room table is a lovely place to neatly store it. And a statistics textbook that needs mailed. Got glared at. Talked to Dick Whitman on phone. "Hey! Send me pictures you took on your birthday!" So he did. … Continue reading June the Mime Continues Her Wordless-ish Blog

Wordless (mostly) Week–my Saturday

Have lost nine pounds since starting Dick Tracy or whoever. Nine fewer pounds of June to love. Or sniff. My Sirius Radio plays America's Top 40 on Saturdays, from the current week, but in the '70s. This week they played America's Top 40 from March 17, 1979. Yes! Totally heard Poco. (Video is killing me … Continue reading Wordless (mostly) Week–my Saturday