Before I forget, because you know how I am and I know I STILL owe someone Abraham Lincoln band-aids and I have no idea who, I wanted to announce that we're gonna do the "send-me-a-picture-from-your-Thanksgiving" thing again, even though it liked to kill me last time.
The rules are these. Send me ONE (Joann) photo of you from Thanksgiving day, doing whatever. I mean, if you live in Canada or England you will send me a picture of you at work on a Thursday while we gorge ourselves with cranberries, over here.
Actually I never eat the cranberries. Cranberry juice? Oh, break me off a piece of that. But the actual fruit? Blech. Which kind of explains my whole relationship with real food.
Anyway, you have till MONDAY NIGHT to send it to me. If you send it after, there will be no frowny-face comment: My picture didn't get in : (. In fact, if you EVER send me a frowny face for ANY REASON--
I just died : (
-- I will personally come over there and go Abraham Lincoln on your ass. I have no idea what that means. I will come over there WITH A TALL HAT and you for one will be sorry.
At any rate, when you send the picture, tell me THE NAME YOU WANT ME TO USE FOR YOU and WHERE YOU LIVE. I just screamed that because last year people sent "I'm Sally and I'm in my kitchen" with a picture of someone in the kitchen and I KNOW YOU'RE IN YOUR KITCHEN. Are you in KANSAS or ETHIOPIA?
And then when I put on my blog, "This is Sally," I'd get, "I guess June outed me with my real name. : (" because I was supposed to know that Sally is someone who, when she leaves comments, always calls herself FrownGirl and HOW'M I SUPPOSED TO KNOW THAT????
See. I haven't even STARTED send-me-your-picture-from-Thanksgiving project and already I am cranky about it.
: (
GodDAMMIT I hate emoticons.
Despite how cranky this is going to make me, I LIKED send-me-your-Thanksgiving-picture last year. Didn't you? Remember the woman whose boyfriend had on the smiley-face tshirt? Or the dogs? We got lots of dogs. And the person who had a cold, so she just photographed the INGREDIENTS of what she was GONNA make until she was felled by illness?
It was fun.
In other news, guess who is working a lot? Can you tell? I go to regular work and work, then come home at lunch and do some work, then after work I get caught up on my work. Tonight, though, I am going with Ned to the old movie theater we like, and we're gonna see Twelve Angry Men, which is funny because Ned will be with One Angry Woman.
I just got an email the other day from the statistics place to tell me TWO MORE BOOKS are coming right after this one. You know what I think? I think TOO MANY people said, "Oh God, send June some work" and God was all,
O, JUUUUUNE? THAT heifer? Okay, then. : )
God font.
God would NEVER use an emoticon. I also think God would not have a Facebook account. But if he did, he wouldn't annoy the rest of us with political posts. He would just keep making June-is-a-heifer jokes.
I guess I'd better go. I know I had something else to tell you, but can I remember? I cannot.
I looked in my photos to see if there was anything I was gonna recap and took a picture of, but there was not. I did see this Lu-is-a-wolf photo from this summer, though, and threw it in. They both need new collars. The genuine diamonds on both of their collars have started falling off, which is inconvenient because have I mentioned priceless real diamonds? I should go on Etsy, with all my freelance dollars. Get the sparkliest, most obnoxious collars possible for both of them.
With all my spare time.
Okay, going now. Heifer June, out.
P.S. Just Paula asked a pertinent Q. When you SEND me your Thanksgiving photos, send them to the email on this blog. I think it's on the right column. It reads, "Email me : )"
