Faithful Reader Carol in Bama (THANKS, CiB!) sent me Hello Kitty things yesterday, and fortunately for the UPS guy they were light and transportable.
Among my gifts was a pack of Hello Kitty tattoos, which I promptly took to Ned's. As you can see, I failed to get all of Hello Kitty's tail on her leopard suit all the way onto my foot. And there's a sentence you say every day.
Ned had half a day off yesterday, so we went to lunch (yes, he DID get a salad) and then to the dessert place that siren songs us to it on too regular of a basis (I had blueberry ice cream. Blueberries are an antioxidant). Yesterday evening, Ned had a sporting event to watch with some other man, and it was very manly, and they no doubt swore and spiited manlyly. This is why it was particularly funny to me that afterward I went over there and put a Hello Kitty tattoo on him.
I have triple-dog dared him to make this into a real tattoo, and yes. Ned DOES have nice arms and have I mentioned my level of ridiculousness about Ned? Sort of have crush.
Oh! And I sent him all your Qs and although he has come up with shocking and terrible answers, he has yet to email them back to me. He's very busy putting Kawaii kitties on himself.
In other news, and before we talk about Seal saying he wished Heidi hadn't fornicated with the help and OHMYGOD let's talk, I did want to remind you that our book club meets next Sunday. 7 p.m. my time. I live on Eastern Time. Figure it out. Anyway, we've had ALL SUMMER to read The Thorn Birds, and I WILL get prickly (get it?) if you say, "I didn't have timmmmmme, June." Oh, shut up. You had three months.
Today Ned and I are going to a movie, and also I think Ima do my Tracy Morgan DVD. I haven't done the cardio part of the workout in two weeks, and feel myself growing fatter by the second and am certain that has little to do with blueberry ice cream. So we'll see how my near-fatal plantar fascitis goes. Could possibly be limping to movie.
I got Iris' latest lab results back, too, and they have now tested her for three things and she has none of them. This means she has officially been diagnosed with sterile cystitis, which is fancy for "these dogs stress me out." She has been lounging on her cat condo a lot and I hope that helps.
My father keeps calling her new condo "Blind Man's Bluff."
that not funneee.
What're all y'all all doing for your holiday weekend? And by "all y'all all" I mean .04 of you, because if you think no one reads me on Saturdays, you should see how NO ONE EVER AT ALL reads me on holiday Saturdays.
The other day, Ned asked me about a friend of mine. "Is she married, or what's her story?" and I said, "No. She's completely alone" which Ned then made fun of me for for the next hour and a half. "Nope! She's not married! Completely alone! No one cares about her in this whole world, because she's COMPLETELY ALONE. Holidays? Spends them by herself. COMPLETELY ALONE."
Okay, I didn't MEAN it like that. GOD.
June, laboring to get through her day. Completely alone on this blog.
P.S. Happy Barry Gibb's birthday to all! And to all a good night.
