Apparently everyone likes talking about cereal. I haven't looked at my actual blog to see how many comments I got yesterday, but based on the rapidity of my email yesterday, it feels like it was more than 100. And now I want cereal.
Anyway, I have to get to work, and so I will share some small plates with you, as it were. You know how you go to restaurants now and they're all, Here are our small plates, which is a clever way of giving you three tuna steak strips and charging you 10 dollars. So for $10 apiece, here is the following info.
I have another Purple Clover article up. This one is about how I like to groom. They've put it under the category "relationships," which cracks me up because the only relationship it's covering is the one I have with myself. Which is long and rewarding and full of lipstick.
My second statistics book in as many weeks is...not going well. I am what you might call burned out. Plus, the Real Housewives keep having reunion shows, so what's a woman to do? I was TRYING to get this book done in a week and it's not gonna happen.
In the middle of all that, I am refinancing my house. I had to go through all my house paperwork and look at teensy paper bugs that seem to know where to find paper and get in there and raise families, and anyway I found some fun stuff about my house. I saw the paperwork of the last time it got sold, when the family who lived here from 1950 to 1993 finally sold it, with their spidery old-people handwriting. And my roof went on in 1997. When should I panic about the roof? Maybe when the roof, the roof, the roof is on fire. You're welcome.
Speaking of spiders, there is a small one behind the door in here who has laid a little ball of a nest, and I fear spiders and sort of loathe them, but she tiny and I've read Charlotte's Web enough that there's no way I can move her. Also, she wrote, "Great hair, June!" in her web so I can't be mean to her now.
I've been putting Iris in the spare room at night, as opposed to the Spare Oom from The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe, and I really don't know what's wrong with me today. I must be having a Wrinkle in Time. Anyway, this morning SOMEONE had peed on the angry chair.
So either Talu is getting up there and very daintily peeing just a touch to get the cats in trouble (I can so see her giggling as she minces down from there all quietly) or it's BEEN LILY ALL ALONG. LILY! What a dick.
That is all my news that's fit to print. Now you've all made me crave Cookie Crisp. Oh, and the person who mentioned the peanut butter with chocolate in it? It wasn't called Google. Google is the thing you use to stalk people and find out if Tony Danza is gay. KOOGLE. It was called KOOGLE.
It wasn't that good. I would not order it as one of my small plates.
Love, Small June