I love it when her lips do stupid things. I also enjoy how she has cat fur on her snout. This might be her own fault, seeing as she enjoys chasing those poor cats and sticking her nose in their fluff when she catches them. Talu is a dick.
Anyway, hi. All I did yesterday was work, so this should be a riveting post.
I caught her lounging on the back of the couch last night like she's a cat, while ironically the actual cat (Iris) was on the couch with me like a normal person. When I had Tallulah's DNA done, they said the part where she has Tibetan spaniel in her makes her like to lounge in high places. I wonder if she needs a dog condo.
So I got back to work yesterday, where someone brought Oreo doughnuts and also someone made a Bailey's cake, and why won't these stubborn pounds come off. There was 600,000 tons of work to do, and I didn't even get to email with Ned as I enjoy doing, and then it was time to go home and do some freelance.
And here is the thing: Monday is a good TV night cause you got your Real Housewives of Orange County. I suppose I don't have to tell you that. So my goal was to get my work done before that crucial hour. When I first got home and got nutritious homemade food that was made in the home of the Chinese restaurant from which I ordered it, I turned on the TV to amuse myself and WHO KNEW Long Island Medium was on Mondays at 5:30? Hmmm? WHO KNEW?
It was all I could do to turn that thing off after the first one, because they had back-to-back episodes just to torment me.
I was pretty much done with my work when the packed-with-life-lessons Real Housewives came on, but I did want to look at everything one more time after the show, but then WHO KNEW they'd have a special called Secrets of the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills on right after Orange County?
WHY MUST YOU DANGLE THIS TEMPTATION AND FASCINATING TV VIEWING BEFORE ME, GOD?
And that is why your old pal June, here, ended up finishing her work at 4 a.m. Or 10:00. Whichever.
So that was my day. Oh! And I forgot to show you this yesterday:
I was trying to take senior picture poses while we were hiking. However, when one has one's senior picture taken, one does not often have to get her green sunglasses out the way. Or one's giant chunks o'hair.
The point is, if you want to print this out at Kinko's and get it wallet-size, feel free.
To a great girl I met in second hour. This class sucks! ha! ha! Good luck with the guys this summer and stay sweet. FF. June.
Usually I got "To a crazy girl," or my favorite, "To a weird girl." Yes, I realize the fact that I have an actual personality makes me weird. Go on wit' cher fascinating self.
Also, since we were going hiking this weekend, everyone insisted I get real shoes to walk in, seeing as I have the plantar fasciitis and it's getting worse. This cute old lady owned the shoe store downtown where we were, and she had on elastic-waist jeans with a permanent seam in them, and man did she know her shoe bidness.
I told her about the plantar fasciitis, because I have to tell everyone everything and welcome to my blog, and I was picking out some other shoes and she said, "NO!" I jumped like Edsel does.
"I will NOT let you get those, not with your plantar fasciitis." Then she got me the pair above, where I am transitioning from being a person in cute shoes to being a plantar fasciitis victim. "You put your foot right up here on my britches. I don't care." And I did. She tied them extra tight, and I've been wearing these shoes ever since.
The podiatrist told me I had to get athletic lesbian shoes and wear them constantly for awhile so my foot could heal; she told me that five months ago and I haven't done it because HI I LIKE CUTE SHOES AND MEN.
However, the other day, Ned said, "Yeah, but limping is not sexy." And I knew he had a point. I can't walk without limping anymore. So I wore these stupid shoes to work and I will again today. All those many mens I had on a string at work will lose interest.
In other news, pfft.
I guess I had better go pull on my elastic-waist jeans and head to fake work. I have more freelance tonight, but Ned and I are going to the old theater we like to see Casablanca at 7:30, so I have to NOT WATCH LONG ISLAND MEDIUM--which comes on Tuesdays at 6:00, just in case anyone cared or wanted to TiVO it for me or anything--and work instead.
Of all the elastic-waist jeans in all the world, you had to come into mine.
So to speak.
June, crudely out.