As you've likely surmised, pretty much every second of my existence in this house involves an animal near me or on me. At this point, I don't even really notice. This morning I was delving through the pile of mail I'd thrown in the bowl all week when I heard chittering.
I knew right away it was chittering, and it turns out, Lily was right next to me on the arm of the couch. She was chittering out the window AT THE BIRDHOUSE.
You know how I get. Little brown birds with tan stripes up the sides of their cute heads are building a nest in my birdhouse, which is right near my living room window!! Oh, how exciting. Getting Mormon Tabernacle Choir to follow Iris around to announce her arrival from here on out. Good lord. Iris, in the meantime, is fashioning a high-jump pole and a trampoline to get up there.
Today yawns before me with only one plan. At 4:00, Tallulah and I go to Winston and get her picture made. I found a pet photographer, and no, he's not gonna dress her up as a watermelon like one of those nightmarish Anne Geddes babies or anything. Just a straight-up Lu pic. Because I don't have enough photos of this dog. But I wanted something professional.
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Yesterday after work, a bunch of us went to the fitness room and did a dance video workout with that Daily Burn app. Mother of god. It was kind of a hip-hop class, and in case you were wondering, I am white. Man. I got to nearly 10,000 steps on my Fitbit from that workout alone, though.
Then I came home and showered and joined Mr. French for a drink. We are not dating; we're both getting over our broken hearts and decided a few weeks ago to just be friends. We sat outside in the cold while he smoked and pontificated and we had a great time.
"You look really good," he said, as I joined him up at the bar. "Oh, thanks. I got my hair blown straight," I told him. Later in the night, he said, "No, you really look good. It's not just the hair." I did not want to tell him I'd gotten my face shot up this week, as I do, and yes I DO owe money for taxes and why don't you shut the hell up? Nobody asked you.
Anyway, since I have sort of a free weekend, I have all sorts of things I WANT to get done and never have time to do. Like, invoice all the places I freelance. Hey, taxes-owing June. And get my oil changed. Do laundry, since today I have to wear my wedding dress. Find someone who will power wash this house. Start making this blog a book. You know, that sort of thing.
Are you looking forward to June's next "I ate chips and binge-watched shows all weekend" post? Me, too.
Expressionlessly,
June
