I just sat down to blog at you, and sometimes when I have no pressing news, I look at my recent photos to jar my memory of what's been going on. Not in a Marvin Gaye way. We have two new guys at work who hail from Vegas. I mean, they don't bring icy pellets … Continue reading Days I can’t complain about
I forgot to mention to you that the day Steely Dan was clearly hurt, with the growling when he walked and his big eyes and so on? I called the vet right away, like at 7:30 in the morning, and they said, "Can you have him here by 8:00?" So I took the world's fastest … Continue reading Hair-ried
I realize the best part of life is the thinner slice, and it don't count for much. https://youtu.be/1bG_zk6FwU0 What is wrong with me? I realize I was supposed to write you Sunday for two--yes, TWO!!--special June weekend posts, but on Sunday I got into a weird cleaning frenzy and never did it. The good news … Continue reading June goes off the grid
We have many items to cover today, so let's get right to business [straightenss her papers the way Walter Cronkite did]. Just so I don't go all over the place, as I'm wont to do, Ima tell you right now I wish to address the asshole on a dating site, my cool new manicurist, and … Continue reading The Oddly Psychic Señor Kittens
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.
I meant to get here earlier, but I was on the phone all morning. Recently, I discovered I had 5.5 days left of vacation time that I did not take this year, and while I can roll three of them over, I also took today and tomorrow off. Ima Christmas shop today, and then tomorrow … Continue reading June Heads Back
A few things. A few matters. Some housekeeping. Don't you fucking hate people who say that? Is there anything you want to read less about than someone's "housekeeping matters"? I mean, other than how little you want to hear the "let me back up" details. I didn't get to go to my work Christmas party. … Continue reading June pops her head out of the cupboard (TM Dick Whitman’s mom. RIP)
If you're just getting back from your Thanksgiving holiday, and I say "holiday" like we're all British, there are several days of my posts for you to catch up on and I wish you luck. I wish you luck mucking through all my ins and outs. For the rest of you, who kept up with … Continue reading June wraps up her trip; bored nation rejoices
Do you like how I keep using "blog" as a verb? You're welcome. When we were last together, promising to write while Mister pulled us apart ("NOTHING BUT DEATH COULD KEEP ME FROM IT"), Dear June: Watch new movies. You're killing us. Also, "blog" is a noun. Love, All 10 Readers. I think it was … Continue reading June blogs from home
You know what I want for Christmas? One of those paper towel holders that you stand up on your counter. ^^^^^AMAZON LINK!^^^^^^ Several months ago, one of you said, Hey, June. Why don't you become an Amazon Associate to earn more money? And so I did. I put up a permanent link to Amazon on … Continue reading Enter rambling
On Friday night, my many wrinkles and I stayed home and copy edited, but NOT before I screwed up at work and felt just awful about it. Do you remember that project I took home last weekend? The point of taking it home was so that when it came back from the printer and I … Continue reading Weekend recap! Oh, June. Zzzzzz.
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.
They've changed how they're doing things at my job: I used to work on just one account, but now they've split it, so I'm copy editing for a bunch of different groups. This is kind of more exciting, and also more scary, because every client has a different style, and things they like and hate, … Continue reading My Friend Flicker
As I was watching photos upload to my molasses-slow desktop, I realized I took enough pictures yesterday to pretty much tell the whole story of September 27, 2017. A day where nothing much really happened. Riveting, June. We're compelled. Read on! For the seven minutes he was home yesterday, Steely Dan took time to let … Continue reading Hint of beleaguered
Even though I have allegedly set it up so that when I plug my phone into my computer--and there's something anyone said, ever, in 1947--my photos should pop right up, they never do. They USED to. I've no idea what's gone wrong. This means that, every day, as opposed to everyday, I plug in my … Continue reading In real life, vowels are free
I can't really go into my headache study all that much, because of confidentiality and so on. But--and please don't ask for more clarification, I can FEEL you all asking for more clarification--at the beginning of the study, I had to do a pain-threshold series of tests. Yes, they inflicted pain on me. "How much, … Continue reading Pain Bryant
Yesterday, I went with Ned to look at houses for him to rent. As you know, if you've kept your Big Book of June Events wide open--like your limbs, Trampy--you'll recall that Ned's landlord--gaylord--is moving to D.C. and for some reason feels the need to sell the house Ned rents, the house we used to live … Continue reading Sweet Home Alabama
I knew I was going to a party yesterday afternoon, so I planned my ensemble in my mind so that I could do my freelance work in peace. I showered, did my hair, put on my kabuki makeup and went to my room to put on my NEW FAVORITE black shirt and pink capris pants, … Continue reading Try to guess the swear word I use when I hit Publish then realize I’ve not added a title.
Dear Faithful Reader Paula: You know that feeling you get when you wake up during the workweek, all on your own without the aid of your alarm, and you feel rested and you know OH FUCK, something is very wrong? That was me half an hour ago, the alarm mysteriously set for 8:00. EIGHT. Why … Continue reading Pierce and Honeycutt