Knotty pining for a tablecloth

I was decorating for Christmas and couldn't find gramma's tablecloth. And by "gramma," I mean the nice grandma, not the difficult one I've turned into. And by "tablecloth," I mean not at all a lovely fine Irish lace thing that's been passed down through the generations or something. Gramma never had "fine" anything. In fact, … Continue reading Knotty pining for a tablecloth

Your Thanksgiving, captured on… phone.

Before this holiday, back when I was not bloated like a tick, I suggested we send in photos of our THANKSgiving, as they say here, or ThanksGIVing, as normal folk say it. You did, so let's not ado further... Am I going to have this much detail with each photo, or will I get burnt … Continue reading Your Thanksgiving, captured on… phone.

June awaits more photos, describes her Thanksgiving. June bores the crap out of all and sundry.

Yesterday was Thanksgiving. Thank you, good night! I had dinner with The Other Copy Editor, fmr., and her well-appointed spouse. And their dogs. And their millennial friends, who always seem to be more mature than I was at that age, and I know that's a stretch to imagine. But before that, I have a friend … Continue reading June awaits more photos, describes her Thanksgiving. June bores the crap out of all and sundry.

The one where June goes to the store the day before Thanksgiving

If you ever want to irk me, go ahead and be a fussy coffeepot. My regularly scheduled one, at my old house,  (aw, old house) died right when I moved. So I went to a kitchen store (who knew there was such a thing) and got a Cusinart little teensy coffee pot on sale (aw, … Continue reading The one where June goes to the store the day before Thanksgiving

I tried Prose haircare. Not poetry haircare, though.

We have an exciting day of drama and suspense, for my new shampoo and conditioner arrived! I just heard all of America scooting their chairs closer. I like how in my mind you're all at your desktop computers, when probably most of you are on your phone. I'm sure my stats tell me, but stats. … Continue reading I tried Prose haircare. Not poetry haircare, though.

I’m taking a drive with my best friend (name that band)

I’m in Michigan, blogging from my phone. With Edsel. I mean, he’s not blogging. Now I picture him tapping his dog phone with his dog claws. edz blawg from iBone. We’re having the season’s first real snow today, as it always does on or right near my mother’s birthday, which is today. She is 100 … Continue reading I’m taking a drive with my best friend (name that band)

Wingdog

Edsel is my wingman. We're going on a road trip together tonight. I have never actually understood what "wingman" means. He's going to eat my leftover wings? Because Edsel will surely do that. Anyway, tonight after work, once it's dark and dangerous, The Eds and I are getting in the car and heading to Michigan. … Continue reading Wingdog