Listening to Ned watch sports. Not for the faint of heart.

I'm upstairs, listening to Ned watch football. When Ned has sports on TV on Saturday afternoons, it totally reminds me of the TV room where my father would be all weekend. Although I have never heard my father refer to the other team as "a bunch of sugarbritches," as Ned just did. In truth, it's … Continue reading Listening to Ned watch sports. Not for the faint of heart.

Ned’s Carb Count

We are gross. Unlike the rest of you, I celebrated Thanksgiving yesterday. I know! June's blog. Come for the exotic adventures. Did you notice what that last paragraph has? Did you? Does it have...a capital U?!?! Keyboard, replaced! Thank you again, Faithful Reader Happy. FR Happy came to my party last weekend, and not only … Continue reading Ned’s Carb Count

If I get bats, Ima need a belfry, just because that’d be funny.

I'm not showing you this for any reason other than I like this picture of Fleeta. I have many stupid things on my mind today, and here they are in my usual linear fashion. 1. I like bats. I do. I think they're cool. I don't understand why people get so weird about them. "They … Continue reading If I get bats, Ima need a belfry, just because that’d be funny.

You know it’s a good party when someone leaves behind their LSD.

On Saturday, I had my dress-as-a-character-from-a-song party, and next party I have will be more succinctly titled, cause what a pain in the ass it's been to write that every time. Kit came walking in behind her Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds figure, which is now here because Kit is a huge drunk. Actually, … Continue reading You know it’s a good party when someone leaves behind their LSD.

Another crafting post, by June Gardens

Last night, the Bitchy Resting Face Alexes, blonde et brunette, came over to help me put my costume together. Wine was involved. A few days ago, blonde BRF Alex said, "Okay, I've got boxes, and glue, and pens, and glitter, and hacksaws, an orchestra, and a full-course meal. I'll be there at 7:00, right?" Okay," … Continue reading Another crafting post, by June Gardens

Marvin is 48. Why does that sound young all of a sudden? Crap.

Today is Marvin's birthday. In case you just got here or something, Marvin is my ex-husband. The former little missus. I met Marvin in college, on the first weekend before sophomore year. We'd all schlepped back to school, and my roommate said, "I know a bunch of guys who've moved into what will become a … Continue reading Marvin is 48. Why does that sound young all of a sudden? Crap.

Wind Beneath My Wings

I'm interrupting our regular day to show you these pictures, which KILL ME DEAD. My coworker, Bitchy Resting Face Alex, sent me these pictures of her grandmother. These are from BRF Alex's wedding, where her grandmother is dancing to Brick House with the groom. I hope I am exactly like this one day.

Freaky Friday: Gordon Lightfoot Edition

Thanks for your how-to-fix-a-scratch tips yesterday. Who knew rubbing a walnut on it would work? Aw nuts. June's blog. Come for the hilarity. Get disappointed. Anyway, today is Friday, so I bring you a Freaky Friday from Faithful Reader MissPam, who tells us stories of her kid, Amy, that we all love. Here is her … Continue reading Freaky Friday: Gordon Lightfoot Edition

The Ned, The Witch and the Wardrobe

I've seldom mentioned it, but we moved into a 1926 house last month, and it is charming and delightful and pretty and contains absolutely no storage whatsoever. I don't know what people did in 1926. I guess they had that one flapper dress and a bottle of hootch, and never needed to Swiffer. So we … Continue reading The Ned, The Witch and the Wardrobe

The one where June has to muddle through an evening all alone

It's Tuesday night, and I was looking forward to the end of the workday and getting to go home. Then I got an email from Ned. "Don't forget, I'm going to that lecture with my dad tonight."   I know it's stupid. I've only lived with Ned for six weeks, and already the idea that … Continue reading The one where June has to muddle through an evening all alone

June’s all-new blog, featuring puppies, cats and 7th-grade humor.

I forgot to tell you that last week, Bitchy Resting Face Alex brought her puppy to work. That dog got more women on him than Fonzie did when he walked into Arnold's. In case you were unsure, I LOVED that puppyyyyyyy! Also, that camera is shitty. Dooce would have images of each detail of that … Continue reading June’s all-new blog, featuring puppies, cats and 7th-grade humor.