Oh my GOD, I just spent hours--hours!!--with Apple, but my PHONE IS FIXED-DED! I am so happy. I have to go get ready, because Ned and I are headed to (wait for it) Winston-Salem to see Marvin's band play. I know, man. We are all the height of sophistication. It's like we're French.
But to celebrate the Return of June's Phone, I went around the house and made everyone pose with me, even though I just did yoga with Gurpmaloni Fonda or whatever his name is and I look like hell.
It's not nice to mock people's flaws. But come on.
Say, who do'ya suppose is 100% over mom and her calm yoga hair? Who?
lilee TRYEENG to hab dinnur. god, hellacoptur mom.
Iris was outside, because Killing Season.
She's the kind of cat who always flops over welcomingly when she sees you. Well. "Sees."
But I picked her up and made her selfie with me anyway. Am so cramping her street cred.
Anyway, I will let you know how it goes with Marvin and his band. Do you think he and Ned will get in a fist fight or anything? Who would win, if it came to blows? Maybe the fight will be, "Ohmygod, you take her." "No, YOU take her!" poundpoundpound.
Won't you enjoy my fight onomatopoeia?
Boom,
June
