Do you love this song? I always forget I do till I hear it and then I say, Ooo, I love this song.
In other news–not that what songs I love isn't pressing, hard-hitting news–several faithful readers of this blog schlepped to Atlanta Airport yesterday to visit my old pal Hulk while he had a layover.
Snicker. I just said layover.
He and his daughter, Not Chloe, are headed to Disneyland. World. Whichever the eff is in Florida.
In all the years I lived in LA, I never went to Disneyland. World. Whatev. People always said, "Oh, June, you'll love it!" but the part where I am middle-aged and child-free made me think otherwise. Why the hell do I want to see a bunch of mascots running around a crowded park?
How did I get off on this tangent? Oh, Hulk. Laying over.
and Sadie, who all live Atlantaish, decided to stop by the airport and say hi. As you do. Because what's more convenient than Atlanta airport?
They brought Chick-fil-A to the Hulk and his offspring, because in Fay's words, Hulk had a Chick-fil-A-sized hole in his soul and just didn't know it.
Now I am craving it, even though I am supposedly boycotting them over the gay marriage thing. Look, gay people, I really do want you to be able to get married. I mean, that is my opinion and I will support you on it to the end. But dang, Chick-fil-A is good. Can I go back there if I promise to get y'all everything on your registries?
Of course, they close on Sundays so even if I gave in and turned my back on the homosexuals I would get bupkis today.
While the fabulous event was happening, Faithful Reader and Email Pal in Real Life to Whom For Some Reason I Tell All About My Love Life Fay was emailing me and giving me a play-by-play, while I sat at the fireplace sweeping ashes or proofreading my 9 million pages.
I had airport envy. Plus, I wanted to see Not Chloe's reaction to all these strange women descending on her dad.
But she seemed to take it in stride. In the back are Sadie in green and Tee in stripes. There is Fay, waiting to hear more about my romantic entanglements. This is kind of how I picture her. In suspended animation at the other end of my computer. Anyway, next to her is BrokeArm Beverly, then Not Chloe and Not Hulk.
Note the plaid-ish shirt in the foreground. They all put it on and sent photos and I was enormously attracted to all of them for just that one moment.
Who amore themselves? Is it my faithful Atlanta readers?
Anyway, I'm glad it all went off as planned and that no one dragged Hulk off and married him, as women who read this blog seem to be wont to do.
Of course, dragging Hulk off and marrying him would be impossible, seeing as he is already betrothed to his mom.
June. Dragging out the 2009 jokes since 2012.