Listening to Ned watch sports. Not for the faint of heart.

I'm upstairs, listening to Ned watch football. When Ned has sports on TV on Saturday afternoons, it totally reminds me of the TV room where my father would be all weekend. Although I have never heard my father refer to the other team as "a bunch of sugarbritches," as Ned just did. In truth, it's … Continue reading Listening to Ned watch sports. Not for the faint of heart.

Get Freaky with June: Lob That Ball Edition

Yesterday was my big Ping-Pong match against Alex #4858493 at work, as part of a big Ping-Pong championship we're having for no reason whatsoever. She and I decided to have a practice round at lunch, before our 2:30 game. After, I emailed Ned. "Even though I've practiced with other people at work, Alex #4858493 and … Continue reading Get Freaky with June: Lob That Ball Edition

The thing is, I never even paused and said, “Camp CHEERIO?”

In case you don't read the comments, your old pal June, here, weighed in at Weight Watchers and is 3.8 pounds less of the man she used to be. I guess that week of being HUNGRY ALL THE TIME paid off. Today the first thing I did was eat the giant chocolate-chip cookie Ned had … Continue reading The thing is, I never even paused and said, “Camp CHEERIO?”

One where June talks about different stuff and all of it’s useful

Because I am covering several topics today, I will divide them into categories. Today's categories will be divided by Things I Know About Football. A. Footballs are brown. I feel terrible about Philip Seymour Hoffman and his dead self. I always liked him. I read in the New York Times that they found two different … Continue reading One where June talks about different stuff and all of it’s useful

The one where June never ever lets you forget you’re a man.

I was extra busy sleeping this morning, so I didn't blog. I only got in eight-and-a-half hours, and I know you're wondering, "God, how does she do it all?" Cause I mean, after that brief rest, after that if-you-wanna-call-that-SLEEP sleep, I had to flurp some kibble into FOUR BOWLS before my six-minute commute to fake … Continue reading The one where June never ever lets you forget you’re a man.

In which June makes an “Orange you glad” joke.

I was super-busy Ned-ing yesterday and never had a minute to write. So now I gotta cram everything that happened Saturday and yesterday into one post, and who knows how to draw the reader in and beg for more? Nothing's more compelling than "...now I gotta cram everything..." Speaking of which, Hulk's date was not … Continue reading In which June makes an “Orange you glad” joke.

In which you say, “We have to hear about ANOTHER football game June attended? We totally read about this already in her 1982 post.”

So, my friend TinaDoris had tickets to the football game, and she IMd me at work. (Dear Work, Usually TinaDoris and I keep our noses to the grindstone. Love, June. Worky June.) "Would Ned want tickets to the NC State game this Saturday?" she asked, knowing that's where Ned went to school and knowing he … Continue reading In which you say, “We have to hear about ANOTHER football game June attended? We totally read about this already in her 1982 post.”

Texting Hulk during the Super Bowl. Or, poking the tiger.

Yesterday I had a relatively normal Sunday for me. Cry, have coffee, see Dick Whitman. Yes, my life is stupid. I really should stop hanging around Dick Whitman. At any rate, my pal Hulk was already on my mind because DW and I had Indian food and I knew how Hulk would be envying us. … Continue reading Texting Hulk during the Super Bowl. Or, poking the tiger.