I am on hold with the IRS. It is Wednesday evening and I have been on the phone with them for 40 minutes. Usually I blog in the morning, but as I am hostage, what the heck.
I was just about to leave work today when I got to talking to Deb Downer, the woman at work who sent us all the link about the dreadful things a margarita does to your body, on the afternoon everyone was going out for margaritas. Despite this, she is in fact a likable person. Yes, her license plate reads Run4Fun or something equally awful, and yes she only gets gum out the vending machine and YES, she brings water to birthday celebrations so she doesn't eat cake, BUT BELIEVE IT OR NOT SHE IS STILL LIKABLE.
Anyway, please remind me to show you the thing she and I were talking about today, which kept me late, which got the attention of my boss, who gave me work to take home.
Crap. However, I got the work done, then said as long as I'm already tense and nervous and can't relax, I might as well call the IRS. Because apparently I owe money to them, and did everyone forget the part where I DID NOT WORK LAST YEAR? But when I DID work, it was freelance and none of that was taxed, so yeah. Working out a payment plan and/or offering my nubile self up to whoever will take me over there at the IRS.
So since I'm just sitting here listening to the same piano piece, which I have invented words for:
I wish you were on hold with me. It fits perfectly.
SO SINCE I'M SITTING HERE, I decided to look up your BLOG PHOTOS. A few months back, like 80, I asked you to send in your picture to me, and if you actually titled it BLOG PHOTO, I'd be able to find it in my 70,000 emails and show your face to the Bye Bye, Pie world. Such as it is.
What is sad is 10349492030424242443 people did this, along with some annoying folk who wrote BLAWG FOTO, and guess what, your picture's not getting in, and anyway I still have a large number of you to show off. Why not do a search now? Since I'm jamming out to
So let's begin. Shall we?
This person DID NOT give me her blog name, but I know this is everyone's favorite reader, The Zadge. I only now that cause I've read her blog, but if you didn't tell me your commenter name or blog name in your photo, I'm using the real thing, along with your home address, phobias and bank PIN. Anyway, cute shot!
Cheesekate says she lurks from Canada. She looks like that one actress. You know the one. That one. She was in The Green Mile. That one. Not Bonnie Hunt. The one who had the brain tumor and the guy saved her. SPOILER ALERT!
Did I already put this one of Tammy VV up? I know it's her Facebook photo and that's what might be throwing me off. I spend hours a day looking at this picture of Facebook. Am in love with Tammy VV. Wish to wear Tammy VV skin suit.
Pendy looks like that one actress. You know the one. In Gremlins. That one. No, she doesn't look like one of the bad Gremlins. That's not what I'm saying. God. Way to stir up trouble.
Cuckoobirdlane has been framed.
Wait. Let me reflect on that comment.
BAHAHAHAHAHAAAA! I am still on hold with the IRS, by the way. Good gravy.
Behold Lisajay99 and her giant drinks. She is from (sit down) Texas. Hey, everything's bigger in Texas.
Who is over me? Is it all of you?
I owe $2,100 to the IRS. I just hung up with Kevin, who was very nice but refused the offer of my body and wants the $2,100. This is when it sucks to be 47.
DeDe wants you to know she is on the left and her attention whore sister is over yonder on the right.
Okay, three more and then I MUST go do something fun. My day started out great and has gone steadily downhill. I am so nudging Ned right now with that last sentence. Hi, Ned. Nudge.
Megsie says this was taken a few years ago, before she let herself go. Which made me giggle. Megsie always leaves NICE comments. She is the Gallant of comments. Megsie never corrects June's typos when she comments. Megsie doesn't complain that June didn't talk about what SHE wanted her to talk about that day. Megsie never says, "Your photos suck, June."
Megsie is perfection. She is the chili cheese dog from Sonic of commenters.
Anyway, the good news is I have TWENTY THOUSAND MORE to show you, and dudes, I'm trying, man. I really am. Oh, and who wrote me after and said, "I changed my mind! Don't put my picture up!" because hey, try to find THAT email in my thousands of them! That's happening! Anyway, tell me who you are so I can delete your image.
I hope you enjoyed this trip through our readers' livers. I just made that up. It kind of made me think of those old Reader's Digest articles: "I am Bob's liver." "I am June's skull. On the outside, am so weighed down. Yet my insides are so light and devoid of depth."
XO, June. Of the owing the IRS Junes.