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.”
“Hey, it’s Alf, your ridiculous handyman,” said Alf, my ridiculous handyman, who clearly reads my not-blog. Continue reading “I saw a screw”
First of all, before we all up and forget, it’s Steely Dan’s birthday. He is one, according to the estimated birth date the vet gave him back when I first brought him in. I would take a picture of old Steely Dan, but he’s outside tripping the elderly or whatever the hell. Continue reading “I’m in my prime. You are too.”
Ir currently abhor my appearance. Continue reading “June D. Wattle”
Yesterday was a harrowing workday, which resulted in my shoulders up right on my ears pretty much for 8 hours. When I was done with my GODDAMN DAY, I dearly wanted a drink. I never drink during the week now, part of my weight loss plan that’s resulted in precisely no weight loss. Continue reading “Mr. Greensboro”