Yesterday I was too sick with YET ANOTHER COLD to blog and then when I woke up this morning, after apparently keeping Ned awake with what he claims was snoring--and it's a shame what a compulsive liar Ned is--I received a GIANT MAGAZINE to proofread, which I agreed to do back in February and then promptly forgot I had to do.
So now I gotta proof this whole magazine over the weekend, and also blow my nose, go to lunch with Ned's sister and her family today (I've never met them) and attend a birthday bash tonight. In which I was volunteered to bring the cake. "You're making a CAKE, June?" Hey, I'm making the left turn to go pick it up in a few hours.*
What I'm saying to you is I got no time to blog. NO TIME! Yesterday at lunch I managed to upload the photos below, then I laid around the rest of lunch and thought about my cold. Since I have no time to tell you what is going on in these pictures, Ima just leave these up and you decide what I am trying to tell you.
I'm tryin' to tell you somethin' 'bout my life.
And despite quoting the Indigo Boys, as Ned calls them, I am NOT trying to tell you I'm a lesbian. Although I feel like a lesbian would be nicer about my snoring.
June, overwhelmed and out.
*(c) Marvin Gardens. It was one of his better lines.
