I don't want you to get too excited, and I realize you still have to concentrate on your families and jobs and so on, but I have an exciting update: I'm trying new deodorant. I KNOW! I ran out of the stupid Secret roll-it-up-till-some-squishes-out-the-slots kind that I HATE, because it gets gummed up. So, last … Continue reading If I kin hep ya
You know my grandmother, the one I'm turning into? Today would be her 93rd birthday. And two days ago, it was her 70th wedding anniversary. I got married two days after my birthday. I never noticed that before, our whole wedding/birthday two-day difference. There she is, younger than I am now, with me on her … Continue reading More
I did the thing again, where I mentioned a work detail I probably should not have. Just noticed it and deleted post in panic! Will talk to you tomorrow!
I bought a new yogurt this weekend; it has flax and pumpkin seeds and Lionel Ritchie and I don't know what all in it.It's a very busy yogurt. This yogurt also informs me that it's gluten-free, and guess what I am sick of. Gluten-free is the fat-free of the '10s. Remember when we were all … Continue reading In which June does not forget to add a senior picture
On Saturday, I decided to take myself out for a drive to see color, and not men of color as I did Friday, but rather reds and yellows. And I mean leaves. I'm not dating the Wee Pals all of a sudden. Would you like to know who my number-one fan is, over here, for … Continue reading June strikes her own fancy
You know, I lived here at Kayeeee's for three weeks with no dogs or cats, and the whole time I've been saying, "Truthfully, it's delightful!" And it has been. I think this is the longest I've lived without a pet, ever, other than in the dorms, where I had a roommate in seven feet of … Continue reading Still got it. Sort of.
Guess who's coming to dinner. Yesterday, after work, I went to my old house and gathered up my chilluns. How much do you hate me for calling them my chilluns? All of a sudden I'm Mammy, over here. But I AM Mammy, because look at my chilluns! Two of them, anyway. I feel like Edsel … Continue reading Dog is my co-pilot
One of my coworkers has a football at his desk, as though he were OJ Simpson or...some other football player such as Jim Namath. Because they were famous for having footballs on their desks. It's on a little stand--not my coworker, his football--like it has its own three-pronged house or whatever. "Hey, I'll hold the … Continue reading Now I know how Joan of Arc felt. Plus, hot soap.
Today I have my phone, my computer is charged, and? No photos to show you. I took zero photos yesterday. So I'll show you a picture of Tallulah dead in the bushes from when I dog-sat last week. Poor dead Lu. She is literally resting in peace. I wonder what'd make you say, hey, bricks … Continue reading Or by a comma when the feeling’s not as strong
I forgot my DING-DANG phone at work. My chargers are stupidly packed away, so I have stolen this one guy at work's fine Arab charger while he's in Japan or Tokyo or something. Are those the same place? Anyway, it's not very long, the power cord, so my phone is often under my desk because … Continue reading June Google Effings It
I'm sitting in what I'm pretty sure was the cat bed at Kaye's house. I would take a picture of it for you, but I'm speaking into my phone, and TypePad won't let me send you pictures on my blog through my phone. Thanks, TypePad. My computer battery is still dead, hence the part where … Continue reading June, actually
Once again, the laptop ran out of batteries, and please note the "ran out of batteries" part, so no one has to run out and buy me a new computer. I ran out of batteries trying to watch eternal sunshine of the spotless mind. I realize that I should've capitalized the title of that movie, … Continue reading Sick of self
The controversial paper towels. I cannot believe how long you people can discuss a thing, in the comments. Anyway, here are the pretty paper towels Ned bought to seduce the ladies, and it's workin' on ME anyway, because every spill I'm all, DANG! Looky here at these paper towels-es. How many paper towels can you … Continue reading She wants to TALK, June said, like that was the worst thing on earth.
Well, THIS was a mistake. Say, June, why don't you come back to the house you shared with Ned? That won't make you despondent or anything. Good gravy. "I'm here, the animals are fine, I wish to jump to my death," I texted Ned. After his fancy business dealings or whatever the hell he's doing, … Continue reading June writes you from her old house
Ned sent me this picture of Lily last night. When NedKitty disappears behind this curtain, she's a regular Wizard of Oz, so hide-y is she. Lily doesn't quite have the hide-all-your-parts part fleshed out. that not true. yu not see lillee. We had to work out the logistics, as I am staying there tonight and … Continue reading JuneHair
There was a blog I used to read where the writer would get up really early and head to her studio that her rich husband set up for her, so she could "create." She was forever blogging about how bleary-eyed she was from being up early, and eventually it got on my nerves. Sleep IN, … Continue reading I ain’t no challah-back girl
Once again, my laptop died, so I can't blog properly. I am speaking to you through my phone, like I'm Stephen Hawking or something. Which makes no sense, because Stephen Hawking cannot speak. I will try to blog at lunchtime. The last time I said that, I ended up going out for a pedicure. You … Continue reading June’s computer dies
I'm not pressuring myself during the workweek, but I do have a rule during the weekend that each day I have to go out and do something sort of fun. So yesterday, I went to the farmers market. Perhaps that sounds like a giant snoozefest to you, but I just loves it. My plan was … Continue reading Surry with the Fringe on Top IN FRONT OF IRA
You'll be sad to hear Marvin didn't wear plaid. I hauled my arse all the way to Chapel Hill, and who knew Chapel Hill was so cute? Turns out it's where University of North Carolina is, so it's full of the quaint shops and hot college girls. I kept trying to point them out to … Continue reading June has dinner with her ex-husband, who had a raging temper and was a philanderer. Alternatively, it just didn’t work out.
Last night I dreamed that I came home from work and went in to take a nap, and I felt Ned come lie down next to me. Then I woke up with a jolt and realized I was in my bed alone. Thanks, subconscious. No, really, thanks. In other, less depressing news, I'm having dinner … Continue reading Clair de Lunatic