Took a break from sculpting this David thing to say hi on m’blog

Before I begin to complain about painting my ceilings--and it's just like you're reading Michelangelo's blog--I want to talk about my poor work husband, Ryan. I've shown you his picture before and you all turned into Mrs. Robinson. Ryan (and I have no idea why I didn't just call him Alex like I do everyone … Continue reading Took a break from sculpting this David thing to say hi on m’blog

I still don’t really know what it sounds like when doves cry

Nobody freak out, but I deactivated my Facebook account again. It was just so peaceful without it. I got back on there to wish Ned a happy birthday back in June, then I thought, well, I'd be a fool to not leave it up for my birthday, because I am a giant ass. Anyway, am … Continue reading I still don’t really know what it sounds like when doves cry

LG

I've always hated those effing Life's Good tire covers on cars. Life's Good. Oh shut up. Last night Ned and I went to a food truck rodeo, and to the old movie theater we like. Now we're sitting in the window of the book store with cafe au lait and croissants. Life is not bad. … Continue reading LG

Dear Ned. I am sorry that I slept with 12 firemen. It just happened, I didn’t plan it. Love, June.

Yesterday, I was just about to leave for work when my phone rang. "Hi, is this the person with the lost cat?" I've gotten a couple of these phone calls since Lily went missing, and they've always ended in disappointment. I tried not to get my hopes up, but of course I got my hopes … Continue reading Dear Ned. I am sorry that I slept with 12 firemen. It just happened, I didn’t plan it. Love, June.