June’s fog, her amphetamines and her pearls

Sometimes I sit at this computer and think, "What the hell was I gonna say today?" This is one of those days. I was worried about Lu last night, as she was panting and moaning just a bit. Going outside, getting on the forbidden couch, and even treats didn't seem to lighten her load any. … Continue reading June’s fog, her amphetamines and her pearls

The one where June makes hilarious Presidents Day puns

Edsel doing his sled dog impression. Or his Mushmouth impresh. Whichever. It snowed again, which is very exciting for us here. My work is delayed a crummy hour. Given how much sliding down my street I did last night, I thought maybe they'd close the whole thing down. But no. I hope this weather won't … Continue reading The one where June makes hilarious Presidents Day puns

V-Day! Cupid’s arrow! Love! Lace! Flow–oh, screw it.

This fuckin' day, man. (c) Miss Doxie, who apparently spent all day yesterday making old Valentines hilarious. This is my first man-free Valentine's Day since 1996, and in 1996 I ended up getting secret admirer flowers. It's 3:28 p.m. It looks like I'm getting shit. No one secretly admires my ass, or even blatantly does. … Continue reading V-Day! Cupid’s arrow! Love! Lace! Flow–oh, screw it.

I’m not kidding, Juney

It occurred to me that maybe Tallulah and my vet are in cahoots on the world's most anticipated April Fool's joke. Wouldn't that be great? Dicks. Last night I was proofreading my riveting statistics textbook, as I do, once the deadline is hopelessly near, and started taking selfies of Talu and me. Groupies. Petpees. hay, … Continue reading I’m not kidding, Juney