Wow. That blonde chick wearing the dress I wore to prom in 1983? Digging the mom hair. I guess this was before they insisted that actually hot girls be in videos. And what I like about Rick James is his subtle use of analogy and poetic imagery in his songs. He's so indirect.
By the way, next time we meet, I'd really like to taste you.
HEY! Guess what? I AM STILL ON PREDNISONE!
I'm sorry. I am still looking at this absurd video. Is the long-haired Asian chick the same woman who was always on Soul Train as a dancer? I realize I'm being super all-Asian-women-look-alike offensive right now. But she really looks like her.
So, I'm up!!! You up? Barbara, you up? I'm up now. I'll get the aspirin and Sucrets. Do you remember that commercial? I do! Would you like me to literally run back in time and find it for you? Cause I could!!!! OR I COULD ACT OUT ALL THE PARTS AND FILM IT AND PUT IT ON YOUTUBE! RIGHT NOW!
Last night I was lying there WIDE AWAKE! I'm WIDE AWAKE! WIDE AWAKE! I'm not sleeping, being Bono, when I heard the "chooo!" of a text from Ned. Ned lives .09 inches from the train tracks, so it's an appropriate noise for him. Anyway, I think it was after midnight, and he was gonna let it all hang out, and also let me know he had JUST GOTTEN HOME. Now after his 39-hour work-related weekend class, he has to get up and have his regular 40-hour week.
See, this is why I have never been ambitious. That is ridiculous. What is the POINT of working that hard? If you can't drive with a broken back, at least you can polish the fenders.
There is really something wrong with my brain. Or maybe I should have turned off the radio AT SOME POINT between 1976 and 1983. Or maybe I should put down the Prednisone.
So, his text read, "Just got home." and what's a woman to do but pick up the phone and ring him, because suddenly I've turned British.
Twenty minutes later, Ned finally got to speak. "Maybe you should try taking the whole dose in the morning, so it can, you know, wear off as the day goes by." Ned has a knee thing and is the Prednisone expert. And in fact my doctor told me I could do that. You know what's gonna be fun for my coworkers? Me this morning.
In the meantime, I got so much accomplished yesterday! I cleaned everything and cooked and GOT AHEAD on my freelance and yay! Here's the table before book club got here. Those colorful bowls have the cheese and Fritos and sour cream y'all told me to put out.
Here's my chili! People said it was good and actually ate it, so, go me! Of the maybe 12 people in book club, half had to bow out due to the flu. Say, did you know there's a flu going around? And at the last minute, Hibiscus Wilson showed up WITH her flu and if I get it there is gonna be Hibiscus ass kicked all over yonder. My Prednisone says I'm more likely to catch things right now, so I'm probably doomed. Although it was good to see her even WITH her germs. She likes dogs.
My dogs, however, were confined to the back room. Those creatures and food everywhere? Yeah. And I KNOW there are people with, you know TRAINED dogs who can have them just out and mellowly wandering around, not bothering anyone. Those people are what we call freaks. Super freaks.
Everyone brought a dish to pass, although technically we didn't PASS them. We just plunked them on my table.
And lemme tell you what, dawgs. Lily found her a new person. She was all UP in fellow book clubber FancyJob. I just came up with that name. Clever.
Hope y'all all are cat people!!
Eventually, I did let Talu out, after most of the food had been consumed. Apparently I'd assigned her sniff duty, where she had to go up to everyone and snort them like she's Courtney Love or something. Talu isn't as likely to jump on her hind legs and pull things off the table as Edsel is, but she kept LOOKING at that table and saying, "I'd really like to taste you. Every time we meet."
Who needs to get over that song, do you think?
We discussed the book we read (The Language of Flowers. Good book. I picked it. One of you SENT it to me. THANKS, person who sent it to me!!) for .00002 seconds, and we picked the book for next time: Girl in Translation. I felt like running--literally--out last night to get it, cause god knew I'd be UP.
Oh! And in my mania yesterday, I came up with a brilliant idea. Faithful readers will remember my asbolute OBSESSION with my 2009 vintage Better Homes & Gardens calendar. I've saved it all this time because one day I wanted to frame the pictures. Yesterday it occured to me to put the pictures under the glass of my Nester coffee table! (This table is from The Nester. I know! Celebrity coffee table!)
Okay, I better go be frenetic at work. I am like one of those terrible modern jazz songs today. Maybe I'll scat while I proofread.
June! OWT!
