I wasn't even gonna post today, because you're all out barbecuing things and throwing beach balls at your families and possibly rocking some kind of stars-and-stripes pedicure, which, stop. Stop with that. I currently have silver on my big toes and white on the others, and am finding myself irresistible, so what do I know.
But I came on here not just to criticize your toes, but also because Faithful Reader and Stalker PJ noted that the article I wrote for Purple Clover, which was supposed to come out next Monday, is already on there. This time I took a blog post that I wrote about Freddie Mercury some years ago and expounded on it. Because you can never say enough about Freddie Mercury.
I guess that's all I have to tell you. Ned and I are going downtown to see some bands play, then barbecuing and seeing fireworks. Allegedly. Because there's a Twilight Zone marathon on SciFi, and I really don't see why we aren't just watching that and eating Fritos all day.
I would also like to make the bed, but someone has created the nest, as she does. As soon as I'm gone she starts rearranging pillows and getting the bed just so. Because I am a bed interloper, in Lu's world.
Okay, have a fun 4th. Go read my column while your kids handle firecrackers.
Love, June.
