I have a story that’s hilarious, or at least it would be when I told it, with my fine storytelling skills, and hey, modesty. Continue reading “The one where June never shuts up. Yeah, that one. This one time.”
I don’t want to know about your stupid A-game. What game, anyway? Maybe this is my problem; I don’t know what the game is and why I should be playing it. Continue reading “June’s love for everything continues unabashed”
What do you consider to be your trashiest trait? Continue reading “In what way are you trashy?”
Right now, mostly I’m just waiting for my avocados to ripen. Continue reading “Jardins de tarte à la lune”
I’m glad we’re all gathered together once again. In our uncomfortable wooden pews. Our Pepe LePews.
On Friday, I had plans to get together with Jo and Kit, actual women friends, which you know how I am about that. Continue reading “Strawberry JuneCake”
This weekend I have tons of activities planned.
In the famous words of Jackie Kennedy, I had my colonoscopy. Continue reading “Aw, crap.”
“I have to blog,” I just told my mother. Not that I have a blog.
When I’m visiting her, I always emphasize how, if I’m writing, I don’t like to be interrupted. Ruins m’flow.
“I know you have you write, you’ve told me and told me,” she said from her perch in the living room. I have. I’ve tried to write all the other days she’s been here and as soon as I sit down, she’ll be all, “Where are your spoons?”
So, I said, “Okay, here I go. Really writing now.” I sat down. Stretched my claws. Poised over the keyboard.
“Did you feed Edsel?” Continue reading “At 52, June finally plays with a full deck”
Yesterday morning, I woke up just before my alarm. Once my Aunt Mary asked me, “Some mornings when you wake up, are you glad you’re still alive, cause you slept so hard you can’t believe you weren’t dead?” Continue reading “D’oh, a deer. A female deer.”