Catch up on June’s…animals (ya got all weekend?)

Before I begin delighting you all with pet speak, lemme tell you what just happened. These past two days, I've been tryina keep up with reading blog comments, but it's not easy. I tried looking at them here, not in email, and one thing that's irking me is the comments are in order from oldest … Continue reading Catch up on June’s…animals (ya got all weekend?)

The stitch has been fixed. The eagle has landed.

I ended up getting invited to two things last night, because apparently Tuesday is the hot night now or something, and the point is that over the course of the evening, I had a glass of Prosecco and then two glasses of chardonnay, because I'm a girl. Then at my now-usual wakeup time of 4 … Continue reading The stitch has been fixed. The eagle has landed.

IRL

I feel like no one reads me anymore. I mean, "no one" is a stretch, but there are definitely fewer people around here, at least comment-wise. I know back in this not-blog's heyday, like 2011-2012-ish, I'd get hundreds of comments, and around 2,000 readers a day. But then sitemeter died, and we in the not-blogging … Continue reading IRL

June picks a bad day to stop sniffing glue

Yesterday, I wrote about some, oh, personal stuff, and then I felt bad about it being so public, so I deleted this post and pasted it to (Face)Book of June, a secret page on Facebook. For awhile, (Face)Book of June was just a closed group, meaning no one could wander over there and see all … Continue reading June picks a bad day to stop sniffing glue

The one where June has the BEST READERS, even if they do give advice

I haven't been here in ages and now I have 296 things to tell you. On Tuesday, TypePad was down and I could not post and I was SO MAD, because I wanted to tell you something SO COOL and I couldn't. The Alex who sits next to me is a grownup. Compared to me. … Continue reading The one where June has the BEST READERS, even if they do give advice

The one where June convinces self that 2016 will be HER YEAR! The one where June does that every year, and look how 2015 turned out.

Here we are, at the end of this damn year. On New Year's Eve of last year, Ned and I got into a fight, and I spent the entire night in my room, crying, with a bottle of wine. I watched the year tick down by Googling it. Here's me, last year, 8 o'clock at … Continue reading The one where June convinces self that 2016 will be HER YEAR! The one where June does that every year, and look how 2015 turned out.

June will not say something tired like haters gonna hate.

Good hair day yesterday. ...Oh, look. A pet in the background. I've been blogging now for nigh on nine years. I have no idea what "nigh on" means. Does it mean "almost"? Because that would be inaccurate; it's now more than nine years. Nigh on nine years. I'm just gonna go ahead and make "nigh … Continue reading June will not say something tired like haters gonna hate.

Mrs. Paul’s Fish Sticks. Does Yours?

Angry selfie I'm living on the idea that you're regularly consulting your June's Calendar of Events, and therefore you are completely aware that all month, I've been staying at Kaye's house, and Kaye has, in fact, not been here. Unless you think all this month she's just been really quiet and unobtrusive. In her own … Continue reading Mrs. Paul’s Fish Sticks. Does Yours?

She wants to TALK, June said, like that was the worst thing on earth.

The controversial paper towels. I cannot believe how long you people can discuss a thing, in the comments. Anyway, here are the pretty paper towels Ned bought to seduce the ladies, and it's workin' on ME anyway, because every spill I'm all, DANG! Looky here at these paper towels-es. How many paper towels can you … Continue reading She wants to TALK, June said, like that was the worst thing on earth.