June shows you a brassiere. You’re welcome.

Lily is giving me the silent treatment. I like how SHE can go away for FIFTY-TWO days, without so much as a warning or a post card, but I go away for three measly days and I'm in the doghouse. Iris ran to the door to greet me, flopped and rolled and purred and followed … Continue reading June shows you a brassiere. You’re welcome.

Typed while my mother and stepfather watch some sort of network news. You know what I never do?

"June, will you come stand at the basement door while I go down there?" Mom asked. "?" "Because at night I get scared down there. Harry usually does it but since you're here..." Why are children the indentured servant for life? "Like, you're afraid Regan from The Exorcist will grab your ankle from under one … Continue reading Typed while my mother and stepfather watch some sort of network news. You know what I never do?

You know what I had today? Turkey leftovers. Read on for more fascinating facts.

In case you were thinking it was a nightmare to travel on Thanksgiving day, you would be wrong. WRONG! I hope this causes you to hang your head in shame, and perhaps the village will stone you just a little. Really, there was nothing to it. My planes weren't even full. The only thing that … Continue reading You know what I had today? Turkey leftovers. Read on for more fascinating facts.

More of a John Lennon Than a Paul McCartney

Last night, I unpacked my batteries! Clock, back where it was. Well. I haven't unpacked any nails. So "back where it was" is an approximation. Do you know what Ned would do (WWND)? He was the kind of guy who would have set that clock there during a move, and said, "I'll hang this once … Continue reading More of a John Lennon Than a Paul McCartney

Silly String Theory

eyeballs be oberrated. I love how all cats gravitate toward the window from the kitchen to the back room. The fact that their food's there probably helps. Once ALL THESE BOXES get unpacked--what the Christ--I'll have to put something under there so they can still jump up and down without eyeball-less incident. In this house, … Continue reading Silly String Theory

The one where you say, Is June ever stoic

I know once I announce this, you'll all be gathered around your radios for further developments for the rest of today: I'm getting a cold. Try to carry on as best you can. It's so irritating. I eat right. Why the cold? And tonight's The Princess Bride at the old movie theater I like so … Continue reading The one where you say, Is June ever stoic

The one where June gets mad at the British, but not Kate. Kate will always be my boo.

The day Ned and I broke up, which is more than two months ago now, and I know. You're all, "Really? It's been that long already?" Yeah, why don't you go cram something in your nethers. I've felt every nuance of the pain of these last two months, but I'm super glad it went quickly … Continue reading The one where June gets mad at the British, but not Kate. Kate will always be my boo.

When Irish June is smiling. Ish.

When we last left off, I'd been out dancing with Marty Martin, and really, what more can you ask for in a weekend? Nevertheless, I persevered. On Saturday, I took myself downtown to do some shopping and general hanging around. I stopped at my friend Kit's vintage store, and Dear Kit: I purchased two rings … Continue reading When Irish June is smiling. Ish.