Yesterday, I screamed downtown to get up with my friend Jo, who was making an appearance at the local bookstore. Since it was Shop Locally Saturday or whatever, she'd been asked to hang at the bookstore in the afternoon as kind of a draw: Come to our bookstore and meet local authors! Then buy a … Continue reading That’s So Raven
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.
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
For almost eight years now, I've had a blog that I write on pretty much every day, and then after I write, I get comments. I might have been really interested in how many comments at got at first, although I don't recall being all that interested in numbers, per se. I just liked it … Continue reading Likes
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.
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.
However, I WILL say more, tomorrrow.
I am using this blog as my to-do list. I will come back and cross stuff out as I go, so you can be nervous with me. "Oh my GOD she's never gonna get to Sharking the floors and people will be there in 45 minutes!" June's blog. Come for the recipes. Stay for the … Continue reading Even brick houses have to clean for a party
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
Tallulah has decided that Blu is her important new toy. She keeps picking it up and parading around with it, while Edsel moans and whines and growls and pickets and is trying to introduce a proposition banning this sort of behavior. Proposition 2, Lu With Blu. Meanwhile, the cats don't care. Last night I dragged … Continue reading RBF
Here's a photo of the world's most terrifying Virgin Mary embracing the head of the Don't Litter Indian. Mary's got her a lazy eye or something. Lazy eye for the magi.* Really, that whole visit to the concrete place last weekend was a treasure trove of stupid things. *I totally stole that joke from Faithful … Continue reading Our Lady of Lazy Eye
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.
Cute Ned had to leave yesterday for a work trip, so I had the night to myself. Sadly, I spent it watching Beaches. I don't even LIKE Beaches, although I do feel Bette Midler's character a little. The point is, I stayed up past my bedtime, so I got up late, and now it's quarter … Continue reading If I Can’t Have u
The weatherman's exact words were: "It'll be cold as SHIT this weekend," so Ned and I crafted a plan that we would not go out all weekend if we could help it. I had The Poet's, you know, poetry reading to attend Saturday night, but other than that, Ned said, "I'll build a fire that … Continue reading Burned in a three-way script
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.
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
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
I'm looking up inspirational quotes for work, and found this one. For everyone who's ever gotten pissed about what I've written about them:
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
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.