Just exactly how lazy does it make me that I used my curling iron to iron my shirt this morning?  I fear the answer is pretty damn lazy.  And maybe a little slobbish.  But I do get points for the effort and creativity don’t I?

The shirt I’m wearing has been hanging in my closet for quite some time.  I don’t wear it very often even though it’s polka dotted.  One of the faithful readers of this site once described it as being very similar to those color-blindness tests.  Now, every time I see the shirt hanging there I have that visual. 

Since it had been hanging up for so long the button placket had sort of folded over.  So I just ran it through the curling iron a couple of times while I was doing something with the mess of hair on my head.

I happen to think it was inspired genius, but I can hear my grandmother having a fit all the way from her grave.

I loved this from my daily calendar today.  We’ve all seen these people.  They’re everywhere.

Edgar Degas couldn’t stand women who were past their prime yet insisted on wearing clothes appropriate for young girls.  At one dinner party, he was seated next to an older woman attired in a gown with bare shoulders and a plunging neckline.  The horrified Degas couldn’t drag his eyes from the sight.  Apparently, the lady noticed his scrutiny.  Suddenly confronting him, she demanded, “Are you staring at me?”  “Good lord, Madame,” he replied, “I wish I had the choice.”

Of course, Degas was most famous for his portraits of dancers.  Young dancers.

Do you feel a little comforted that the ghastly fashions of cougars everywhere is apparently not a 21st century development?

Next week and some of the week after, I will be the guest blogger/interviewee (is that a word?) on a bunch of blogs – 6 actually.  They call this a virtual book tour.  Which is nice because I don’t have to have my hair done or wear make up.  Clothes either for that matter, but you can rest assured that I will be wearing some.

6/22 Tuesday – all day – http://yougottareadguest.blogspot.com/

6/23 Wednesday – 12-1 pm – http://www.ashleyladd.blogspot.com/

6/24 Thursday – all day – http://melissaalvarez.blogspot.com/

6/25 Friday – 12-1 _ http://rainedelightbooknook.blogspot.com/

6/28 Monday – all day – http://www.jeannestjames.blogspot.com/

6/29 Tuesday – 12-1 – http://www.rexrobotreviews.com/

I think the times on all these are correct but I’ve sent an email to my publicist to verify the time zones.  I’ll repost if things change.

So – PLEASE stop by so I’m not lonely.

I’m sort of accident prone and I’ve discussed my affliction on this site before.  The other day at the park I was trying to swat away a fly that kept circling around my face and buzzing in my ear.  I was getting quite frustrated by it.  I took one more big swipe at the blasted thing and swished my hand in front of my face with a great deal of momentum.  Only I didn’t swish in front of my face.  I did it on my actual face and clocked myself.  I damn near broke my nose and knocked myself unconscious .  My nose still hurt the next day.

Sassy is at YMCA summer camp again this year.  She really loves it.  She has lots of friends and they swim everyday and go on field trips – generally a good time.  This week she made me very proud indeed.  I have always had a talent for doing stuff with my feet, and apparently my daughter has inherited my gift.  I can pinch the hell out of you with my toes and pick up any number of stuff with my toes.  I can even pick up a brick.  True story, I swear.  I think it comes from my inherent laziness.  Anyway, this week they had a game where they stuck their feet in buckets of water and raced to see how many marbles they could pull out with their toes.  Sassy was far and away the winner.  Yea for unusual talents!

Ava and I are in mortgages.  It sucks, but it’s just a gig until the book deal comes through.  Are you listening, Universe?  Anyway, it does provide itslittle amusements.  We got in a real estate appraisal this week with some very strange comments from the appraiser.  Any derogatory comments by the appraiser must be addressed.  In this particular instance, the comment was, “There is an abnormally large number of birds.”  Now I wonder – what exactly constitutes “abnormal”?  Are we talking a bunch of annoying birds or is this something Hitchcockian?  We actually had to send a pest control guy out to inspect.  His report says nothing is amiss.  But still, my curiosity is peaked.

I asked My Honey what he wanted to do for Father’s Day.  Of course he had no suggestions.  I think we’ll go see Toy Story 3 because it’s supposed to be 137 degrees this weekend and a nice cool movie sounds blissfull.  When I asked him if he wanted to go see a movie he agreed – especially if I can find a western-ninja-movie-in-space.

I read this on someone else’s blog and I’m sorry I can’t remember where, but I did follow up on it and it’s true.  The Old Spice guy who’s commercial Kelli and I love so much got a artist’s deal with NBC.  Yea for him.  I think he’s absolutely hysterical.

One of the ladies I work with came to work today with a babysitting job.  Her neighbor accidentally flooded a rabbit den and two teeny tiny bunnies flushed out.   They were brought to my friend since she has domestic bunnies as pets hoping that she would be able to save them.  And knowing my friend, she has dived headlong into the job.

She brought them to work with her because they need to be fed several times a day.  Of course, they were just the tiniest sweetest little things you’ve ever seen.  Only a couple of days old, their eyes aren’t even open yet, but they are fully formed, wee little bunnies with long ears and longer back feet and tiny little bunny tails.  I realize that I’m used a lot of synonyms for small so I’m going to show pictures that prove just how small we’re talking about here.

this is my hand - and I have small hands

 I helped feed them and held them and loved them and named them Flopsy and Mopsy after the Beatrix Potter story.

and here are the two of them together in my hand

There was some concern that they weren’t eating enough and that they weren’t warm enough and all that stuff.  It’s hard to tell – none of us have ever fostered bunnies before.

But then one of the ungrateful little wretches peed all down my shirt.  We don’t have to worry anymore that they’re dehydrated.

Last weekend was my mom’s birthday.  The only thing she wanted was a new photograph of her kids and grand kids.  The last one she has is from four years ago.  I’m sure she didn’t think she’d get it.  I personally find it excruciating to have my photo taken.  I’m not photogenic.  At all.  Not even a little.  There are about four decent pictures of me in this entire world.  All the rest of them have a tendency to vanish.  I don’t know how that happens.  When I say I’m not photogenic, I’m not displaying false modesty here.  Every time I see myself in pictures I wonder, “Who the hell is that?” 
 
Anyway, I called my brother and he agreed to do it and we made the appointment and had the damn picture taken. 
 
That wasn’t the point of this post.  The thing that actually prompted me to write this post came after the torture of the photo studio.
 
We stopped off at a 99cent store on the way to my mom’s party to grab a gift bag and tissue.  There was a line at the checkout so I let my eyes wander.  Right there at the checkout were condoms.  Discount condoms.  99 cent condoms.  Who else besides me is horrified at the thought of paying cut rate prices for condoms?  We all know the crap at the 99cent stores is just that – crap.  It just seems to me that condoms isn’t the place you should be scrimping.  For God’s sake, just spend the money.  I Googled it – Magnum Large Size Thin with Ultrasmooth Lubricant is 6.78 for 12 at the dreaded W store. 

But then the dreaded W store is often full of people that probably used the 99cent condoms.
 
And there is your snark for the day.

I am very tired tonight.  It’s 12:50 and I’m going to go to bed.  But that makes me think of My Honey the other night.  He goes to bed much earlier than I do.  He has to get up at the ungodly hour of 4:30am to get to work.  That’s insane if you ask me.  For crying out loud, I’ve only been in bed about three hours by then. 

The other night I was getting into bed at my usual ridiculous hour and he was already sound asleep.  I arraigned my pillows in the “L” shape I like and I’d taken my medicine and turned on the blasted alarm clock when all of a sudden he sat straight up in bed and hollered, “Nuclear, Nuclear!”  Then he flopped back on the bed and resumed snoring.

I couldn’t fall asleep for the longest time after that.  I kept giggling and listening in case he needed to say anything else.

There is a blog I check in on every day that is infinitely amusing.  You should check it out – www.sleeptalkinman.com.  The gist of it is that this woman records her husband every night because he is a prodigious sleep-talker.  She has even begun putting the audio on for you to hear.  It’s absolutely hysterical.

I totally stole “It’s cupcake o’clock” from him.

I just typed the last words of Chapter 29 of Seeing Love Clearly – Although as I’ve told you before, I think that another title is necessary.  The story has changed too much for that title to apply anymore.  Also, I believe that what I’ve written for the last 2 or 3 chapters is complete crap.  Total drivel.

Anyway, it’s done which is a damn good thing because quite frankly, I’ve come to hate Thomas and Francesca.

I’ll send the whole thing to the Sisters to read and they’ll give me a real answer on the crap-o-meter.