June talks to you while she gets ready for her hot Friday night.

I had two plans tonight: coworkers were getting drinks at 5:00, and then other friends invited me over at 8:00-ish. Don't you hate people who add "ish" to a time? What are we, gay men in the '60s? That outfit is fab, lover. Anyway, I eschewed my right-after-work plans because I didn't work today. I … Continue reading June talks to you while she gets ready for her hot Friday night.

World’s Worst Person Gets Her Nails Done

People at work have been talking about a new manicure procedure called SOS or S&M or whatever, and apparently it's powder they dip your nails in to color them. Somehow this creates a manicure that keeps going for two weeks like a 17-year-old boy but allegedly isn't as terrible for you as a gel manicure. … Continue reading World’s Worst Person Gets Her Nails Done

June does her makeup and talks to you. Yes, again.

It will be 11 years Friday that I've done this dang...website. Other than June's Live Sex Tape, I've pretty much done it all on this thing. [Considers June's Live Sex Tape.] [Step one: Get sex life.] When we left each other yesterday, dabbing at our eyes the annoying way the Real Housewives do: dab, dab … Continue reading June does her makeup and talks to you. Yes, again.

Brought to you by Hudson’s cosmetic counter

I blogged yesterday, and included my end-of-the-year video along with a few photos of gifts I've gotten recently that I don't know who sent. So scroll down when you're done here for MORE RIVETING JUNE. Also, yesterday I bought makeup. I KNOW!! I have always been a makeup person. My grandmother had a vanity covered … Continue reading Brought to you by Hudson’s cosmetic counter

Kahlo of the wild. Or Fridatlanta. What do you want from me. I’m hung over.

Back when I first became a blogging person, in eighteen aught six, someone told me about another funny blogger named Miss Doxie. What I just did, there, was call myself "funny" again, and that's twice in a row, now. But I've only called myself funny twice since eighteen aught six, so that's saying something. The … Continue reading Kahlo of the wild. Or Fridatlanta. What do you want from me. I’m hung over.

What is a “capade,” anyway? Are there ever Land Capades?

"Oh, good. It's that time of year that June makes us look at her daily Christmas cup. And also at the makeup smudges on her desk." And her beaming-up dog. Yesterday was Tallulah's birthday, but I tried not to dwell on that lest I fall into a sobfest. It was also Steely Dan's final round … Continue reading What is a “capade,” anyway? Are there ever Land Capades?

Today I can’t think of a title. Post-migraine fog.

I had this snappy plastic lid that I used to cover the other half of Steely Dan's canned food, as he eats half a can at a time. Correction: he WOLFS half a can at a time. There's no trouble with SD's appetite. He is not a finicky eater. And every time he devours another … Continue reading Today I can’t think of a title. Post-migraine fog.