Give June a doll box from 1972, and you’ve given her the world

I just heard myself tell the dog, "I just washed that floor," as he skidded in with muddy paws, and now I have officially become my mother. Then I realized that no, I actually did not wash this floor this weekend, making me officially my grandmother when the dementia set in. I did wash a … Continue reading Give June a doll box from 1972, and you’ve given her the world

Does my new computer make my arse look big? Are you sick of that joke yet?

This is my inaugural post on my new computer. Please note I received said new computer back in December, way back then, but it's been Sisyphean hell trying to migrate all my old info into the current day. I worked harder on getting to the present day than that guy in Back to the Future. … Continue reading Does my new computer make my arse look big? Are you sick of that joke yet?

LDV

I have a new thing that bugs me: Women using that video-making feature where their eyes are huge, and their lips are gigantic, and their voices are distorted. Perhaps you're hilarious, person making a video while sitting in a car, which, woooo! How could you NOT be, with that original venue? But I see that … Continue reading LDV

Dancing queen. Old and mean, only 52.

Yesterday at lunchtime, I stampeded across town to the damn dance store, which is its official name. Greensboro's Damn Dance Store! We're open stupid times! When I got there, I realized I'd tensed up, in the worry that they'd be closed Mondays or some other similar irritating thing. But they were not! There they were, … Continue reading Dancing queen. Old and mean, only 52.

Certain the neighbors enjoy me blasting Tom Petty at 7:53 a.m.

Under last night's waxing gibbous, I found myself at the Full Moon Oyster Bar, in the company of a man. A gentleman caller. A swain. It was not our first date. I kind of hope it will not be our last. Also, I did not eat any oysters. You know, I used to. Back in … Continue reading Certain the neighbors enjoy me blasting Tom Petty at 7:53 a.m.

June Prissys her freelance. Also, am I your secret?

I just noticed how much Edsel anticipates my every move in the morning. First he tears down the hall ahead of me to the bathroom, which by the way is the size of a closet, but yet he must stuff his yellow arse in there with me each morning. And to think there used to … Continue reading June Prissys her freelance. Also, am I your secret?

When a broken purse is the least of your woes

Yesterday was a ridiculous day, from my series of June's Ridiculous Days. The newsletter went out at work yesterday, and I am the editor of it, and newsletter day is always a bit chaotic. Then, at lunch, I screamed home and finished that perpetual calendar I've been droning on about all week. I finished it, … Continue reading When a broken purse is the least of your woes

June sends loving thoughts to people who hold up the line

Last night I had a ridiculous dream. (Oh, good. Someone's gonna describe their dream.) I dreamt I met a man and didn't care for him at first, so when we first were introduced, I gave him my most sarcastic of smiles. But then, somehow, I realized I really liked him, so then I had to … Continue reading June sends loving thoughts to people who hold up the line

We never see Fred Flintstone getting ON the dinosaur, just sliding off at 5:00 on the dot.

What are your feelings about being on time for work? Faithful Reader Paula H&B has been a, you know, faithful reader for something like 92 years. She might be the funniest commentor, and don't get mad at me cause you know she's funny. The point is, on social media, she's been complaining because a coworker … Continue reading We never see Fred Flintstone getting ON the dinosaur, just sliding off at 5:00 on the dot.

Lime-a-Ritas with Laura Ingalls Wilder

I hate podcasts. I'm SORRY. I'm sure your sister's really is magnificent. I'm sure if I just tried [insert fucking podcast here]...or gave a listen to...or have I heard...? Yeah, no. I'm not going to like any of those, either. And look, I WANT to like them. I'd love another way to waste time; are … Continue reading Lime-a-Ritas with Laura Ingalls Wilder