June flies to Chicago, gets manicure, flies home.

I don't like to travel. I realize everyone else does, and that my not liking to travel is part of the list of things I hate that everyone else treasures: Christmas, brunch, live music, romantic evenings, granite countertops. If you want me to have sex with you--and I realize I'm 52 and no one wants … Continue reading June flies to Chicago, gets manicure, flies home.

Oh, you know. Just cats, The Simpsons, and blender-licking.

Some nights, Edsel is just too much. With the flumping dramatically off the bed whenever I move a corpuscle. Then floomping back on a minute later. With the pressing his head on my neck as hard as he can, for pets. At 4 a.m. So some nights I kick him out. Last night was one … Continue reading Oh, you know. Just cats, The Simpsons, and blender-licking.

Shelter pics of my kittens. Aka Riveting June.

Despite another busy day at work, I called the animal shelter Wednesday. "Yes," I said, because it's my signature move to begin all my business-y calls with "yes." "Yes, I'm fostering seven kittens and their mom, because am self-loathing nincompoop, and I have two people possibly interested in adopting one kitten each. How should they … Continue reading Shelter pics of my kittens. Aka Riveting June.