I do not have much time to blog, because yesterday's calm day has been usurped by a fairly busy day today.
I read that entire Potato Peel and Whatever book yesterday while my watchdog kept vigilant-ish. The only thing I did of note was go to the post office to mail my friend Renee her birthday gift, which I was supposed to deliver to her personally, there, in Hawaii, on her actual birthday.
FAIL.
On the way back from the post office I stopped at Zoe's Kitchen. Do you have any Zoe's Kitchens where you live? Because it's good, and I am boycotting Chick-fil-a, which to tell you the truth is a shame because the more people scream, "BOYCOTT CHICK-FIL-A!" on Facebook the more I think, God doesn't some Chick-fil-a sound good right now. And as much as I abhor the idea of gay people not being able to get married, shouldn't the stupid president of Chick-fil-a be entitled to an opinion, even if I hate it? What's that saying about I may hate what you say but will defend to my death your right to say it?
I'm just totally over here trying to find my way back to those delicious nuggets. If I marry a woman, can I have those delicious nuggets again?
At any rate, to Zoe's Kitchen I went, because as far as I know they have no feelings one way or the other about Jack and Will's nuptials, and 1997 called and wants its gay couple back. My POINT is, the cashier at Zoe's Kitchen had her some beautiful hair. It was long, with I think natural blonde highlights, and it was wavy and thick.
"Oh, you have the good hair," I told her. "You don't have all the curls as I do." She looked at me for a moment. "Yeah, my mom has frizzy hair," she said.
....! I did NOT say "frizzy." I used the "curly" euphemism. And she had to go pull out the ugly word. Am so sneaking into her house tonight and giving her a bad Toni home perm while she sleeps, that little twit.
I like how I said I was gonna be brief and 97 hours later here I still am. Having lunch with Marvin Gardens today, of the ex-husband Marvin Gardens'. Then tonight I'm hanging with Ned/...friend. I went to his house last night and watched the gymnasts, which I don't think I've ever done in my life. I just want you all to know I can do ALL those things the gymnast girls do. I just don't wish to.
June, dismounting.
