Look sharp

Last night, I went to my old movie theater and saw Joe Jackson. Not that he was in an old movie.

You know Joe Jackson from this song:




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The one where June keeps saying she has to go

I overslept. In elementary school, there was this poor girl who'd come to school late all the time. Our teacher was a terrible person, and in front of the whole room she'd make the girl say why she was late. I mean, we were in first grade or something–you know it had to be some negligent parent out there and not her six-year-old self.

"I got up too early," she'd always say, staring at the ground. I have little hope for that child. When you're already rolling your eyes at someone in their sixth year, it can't bode well for his or her future.

When I wasn't working, I spent yesterday enjoying the shit that Google Photos has done to my, you know, photos. They made collages, and little animations, and put cute frames around my photos. Lemme see if I can put one of the animated pictures up here. You know what I like about myself is my time management skills. I came on here to say I can't talk because late.


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Iris was just a bitty kitten, with medicine crap in her ear. Poor Mrs. Iris. She certainly grew up to be the swan.

it truu. eyeriss do be swan.
(This one is just a regular picture. I know. Don't get confused.)


Oh, I really hope you can see the animation of these! This one features a cameo by Roger! If you're only getting a still, at least you get a deep dive into the cornhole that is Talu's.

Anyway. Google Photos. Making me late for everything since 2015. They keep telling me to save to Library, though, and I can never find the damn library. Thanks, Google. Efficient.

Oh, look! They also divide your photos by location!

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Also? Not always accurate.

Tonight we have the movie Spinal Tap, then tomorrow Ned has a work thing so I am SINGLE SINGLE SINGLE, which means I'll eat Parmesan cheese out the can and read a book. Yesterday Ned and I were debating where to go eat, and he suggested not one but TWO Italian places.

"I already had Spaghetti-Os for lunch," I reminded him. "Oh, so you've already HAD Italian, is that what you're saying?"

Ned is so unsupportive.

And lemme tell ya who's good at not getting his way. I eschewed one place because it's always freezing in there, and then when we got to the place I suggested, of course it had to be -942 in there. It was like we dined on Pluto or something. "Oh, I'm glad we picked a place that wasn't FREEZING," groused Ned. Then all night he complained about how full he was, and how bloated he felt, like I'd force-fed him the barbecue plate with hush puppies AND a side of fries.

Oh my god, remember three hours ago when I said I was running late? Now I have seven minutes to get to work and I'm in my robe. Good gravy.

Yours in organizational skills,


P.S. LOOK! Ned's Uncle June niece, animated!


June digs in her trash

I didn't blog this morning because I posted sort of late Sunday, and then late again Monday, and I wanted people to have a chance to catch up if they hadn't read yet.

But just now I was looking for photos for a work thing, and I was searching my trash looking at deleted photos, and I got a huge kick out of so many of them.


I love this.

Young-fetusI recently spent $50 on some face products from an infomercial, and I was planning to tell you about them and use this fetus as my "After" picture. But I announced I'd bought the products on Facebook, and was inundated with advice, so then I didn't feel like talking about my face products anymore. Still, funny idea.


Marty Martin made me this. Technically, it was Spraingate 2013. Still. The pain lingers on. The gate lingers on. The cankles linger on.

Best picture of those two, ever.


Hulk at prom.

I also had a photo of Ned's niece when she was a baby. She may literally be the cutest child possible. But I emailed Ned to ask if I could put it in, and he didn't answer, so forget it. But she is a muffin.

Oh. Wait. He just said okay. LOOK AT HER!




And finally, cute. Cute cute cute.

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They are my two favorite people.