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

“June,” “May” We Hear About Your “April” Weekend? Otherwise We’ll “March.”

I'll wait till you can stop slapping your knee over that headline. Let's see. What the hell did I do this weekend while you were here in my computer in suspended animation? Friday. On Friday afternoon, I got an Amazon delivery at work. "I need a blog," the mailroom guy always says to me, as … Continue reading “June,” “May” We Hear About Your “April” Weekend? Otherwise We’ll “March.”

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.

June Doles Out the Special Banana Post

Were you worried I'd slip and forget the banana story? Did you think I'd peel out of work Friday and forget you? That I'd split and forget about the banana? What a fruity idea. June's readers. Finding June unapPEELing since 2018. As you know, from your Enormous Banana of June Events, my ridik coworker Camilo--whom … Continue reading June Doles Out the Special Banana Post

Oh, did sleigh bells ring? I had my ringer off.

Welp. Christmas. We got through it, and now my throat hurts, so the one holiday I can kind of get behind, New Year's, will be rooooooooned. Do you know people who pronounce ruined like that? "Rooooooned." I think Marvin did. The memory is starting to escape me, like Kate Winslet and Jim Carey on the … Continue reading Oh, did sleigh bells ring? I had my ringer off.

June ages, like a fine wine. Or a bottle of ripple you leave out too long.

In a stunning display of self-centeredness, and in preparation for my move to another computer, I looked through the webcam photos I have here and came to the conclusion that my six years with ("with") Ned have aged me. Above, I had talked to Ned online, but not dated him yet. On my way to … Continue reading June ages, like a fine wine. Or a bottle of ripple you leave out too long.

Drivin’ all the old men crazy.

A good part about how they've put me on multiple accounts at work is that I've gotten to know more coworkers who aren't Griff. Also, I've gotten to know people I've worked with all these years, but rarely talked to because we weren't on the same account. It can get (ready?) siloed at work. One … Continue reading Drivin’ all the old men crazy.