More than a month ago (good gravy), I asked you all to send in photos of your favorite mugs, and then -- really, I was gonna say, "I got busy," but how busy am I? I have the one job and the six-minute commute and no kids or spouse. What the hell was I actually … Continue reading Mugging for the camera
"My new ThreadUp is in," announced my boss, whose office is right next to my desk. What a pleasure that must be, to have to pass The Many Moods of June each time you go to your office. My boss used to get boxes of StitchFix clothes for us to vote on, but now she … Continue reading Vote on what June’s boss should wear
You know on Lifetime when people are making out and get interrupted, and then after the interruption they say, "Now, where were we?" and go back to making out? That's us after yesterday. When we were last making out, I was telling you that when I was in Michigan last week, a fact I clearly … Continue reading Chicken with Glockenspiel
I got home last night, opened my suitcase and put away only the necessary things. I know Faithful Reader Paula H&B comes home and immediately unpacks her entire bag, but FR Paula is a psychopath. Or at least a psycho walkway. Maybe not an entire path. Still. Unpacking as soon as you get home? What … Continue reading Too tacky to load
When I was in high school, I fell desperately in love for the first time. The person I loved was not remotely named Giovanni Leftwich, but years ago I put him in a random name generator to blog about him, and have called him that here ever since because it's an excellent, excellent name. GL … Continue reading June gets a gift from Things Remembered
Cardinal and I went to a bunch of secondhand stores yesterday. I totally want these. I love old religious images, for some reason. Plus, Jesus is rocking the Curly God Method. $65 apiece, tho. Who has that kinda scratch? Cardinal playing the glass eagle Elvis guitar. As you do. Yep. I posted this one on … Continue reading Weird stuff from yesterday (or, “Linenette”)
Coincidentally, my high school boyfriend is also visiting my hometown right now. And by "coincidentally," I mean he wrote me months ago and said, "You should come to Saginaw the week of June 17th. I'll be there." So last night Cardinal, my high school swain, came over and got me. He wanted to catch up … Continue reading I’m taking a drive with my boyfriend
Last night, I got together with an old friend. Greg introduced us circa 1989-ish. Greg had been my friend for a few years before that fateful introduction. I had worked for him for a while as a freelance copywriter, and then once we stopped working together he even asked me out. He wrote me a … Continue reading An AnnNanandAmy and a June walk into a bar
I can't do a poll from my phone, so just say in the comments. Also, enjoy my natural poses, won't you? Blue shirt with blue pants (or I could wear with jeans). Polka-dot dress (with sexier shoes).
[Photos from my road trip with Edsel. I'm not typing much because I'm on my ding-dang phone in my mother's basement like every 50-year-old man I meet on Tinder.] Does that say, "Virginia is for losers"? Rude. Pee break. Dis exawsteeng. Pam's house. I mean, she doesn't live on a patio. "Ope!" We went to … Continue reading Mime Monday
When I went to the beach a few months ago, I bought a sunscreen lip balm. The fact that I did this, along with buying SPF 942 sunscreen for the rest of me, is an indication of my newfound maturity. From birth to age 45, I applied zero sunscreen, thinking it was for pussies, and … Continue reading Sunbathing June
Yesterday was one of those harrowing days where it's extra busy. Two copy editors called in sick, and I'd already had a full day of my own work to do, so what I did was hide in the basement. I work in an old mill, so the building is I think at least 100 years … Continue reading June goes outdoors, gets brutally attacked, returns to being avid indoorswoman
I titled this so that men would rush over looking for p-0-r-n. I mean, till they got to the 2C part and then they were all, ? Four or five years ago, The Other Copy Editor, fmr., said two life-changing things to me: "Have you read The Curly Girl Handbook?" and "Do you think you … Continue reading June does the curly girl (on her 2C, low-porosity hair)
Going to my trainer in the morning is messing with my blogging, and one has to decide what's more important: my physical health or the 15 people who wait to read me. I think the answer is clear. That trainer is fired! No. Really what I need to do is blog the night before on … Continue reading Tangent
Do I even want to know why the cat bed has been murdered and dragged to the den while Edsel and I were sleeping? The pad for said bed is over by the back door. The cats went on some kind of bender last night. Anyway, hello. I didn't write you yesterday because I slept … Continue reading June’s blog. Now with animal pics!
IT'S OUR SONG DAY! Let's say you just got here, which you haven't. Several years ago, my boss, fmr., who still works at my work and who I just photographed last week... used to get into not-work-related discussions with me that went on way too long, and one of them was about the song Ode … Continue reading It was the 3rd of June another sleepy dusty Delta day, volume 47
I guess after writing about my brush with appendicitis last time, it's kind of dramatic that I didn't write yesterday. Like, maybe it CAME BACK! It did not. Here was why I did not write you: The alarm went off at 5:45 and I got up, pulled on some flattering things, and headed to my … Continue reading In the blog post stands a boxer
Yesterday afternoon I worked from home for myriad reasons, among them that I had intense thinking to do and I find that hard to do in my all-open, all the time, PBS-fundraiser-call-center open floor plan that's open open open. So I drove the six minutes and sat in my quiet den. I like having a … Continue reading June gets appendicitis, dies, rallies.
My back hurts so much I might have to take aspirin. Those, "I don't take pills" people annoy me. You're not a hero. You're someone not taking something that will make you feel better. The reason I'm mentioning taking aspirin is I pop approximately 492 migraine pills a month but never Advil or what have … Continue reading June, the bluebird of delight
My father has one sister: my Aunt Mary. My Aunt Mary is 15 or 16 years older than me; I can never remember exactly. So when I was a little kid, she was a teenager. Despite this, she was always nice to me, no matter what. As I got older, she used to take me … Continue reading The story of my family and my childhood zoo