Did anyone else have a beautiful, huge orange moon last night? Marvin Gardens and I were driving around, and all of a sudden there it was. It was enORmous! And that peach color was stunning!We have a really small radio station here that fades once you remotely leave town. It is run out of the Methodist church, and I think the minister is actually in charge of it. Marvin Gardens and I are obsessed. They play mostly 1940s tunes; you totally feel like you're in the car with grandma when it's on.
Last night, when we were looking at the moon, they played "Shadows in the Moonlight," which is an Anne Murray song from 1980 or something. I said, "Wow, they're getting modern!" but then it occurred to us that the minister was looking at the same moon we were.
But besides the moon, this has been a stupid 24 hours. I had a big project to do. Now, let's talk about my fine work ethic. I got the project LAST Thursday. Did I work on it Thursday? Friday? Weekend? MONDAY? Okay, I worked like four really half-assed hours Monday. Which left me to SLAVE like a POOCH for the rest of this week, 10-hour days. Ten hours of proofreading is not unintense, let me tell you in my fine sentence-y way.
Anyway, I kept thinking, "I just have to get through this week. By Friday at 3:00, that thing HAS to be in the FedEx box, so then I can relax."
But because the world hates me, I got a really scary NEW project late last night that was due today. Do you think I slept a wink thinking about it? All new client, do not want to screw up. So I worked like a POOCH again today, and just when I turned in the new work? What do you think happened? New client sent me ANOTHER, BIGGER thing, due Monday. Thanks. I'm dying to work the weekend, thanks for thinking of it.
So to put it mildly, I have been crank, crank, stomping-and-cussing cranky all day. Until...MY SEPHORA BOX CAME IN THE MAIL! Oh, I love gift certificates. I cannot believe I gave up the sweet, sweet nectar of shopping all year. What a mood lifter!
I no longer have to wear that terrifying berry color that makes me look like I should be muttering and carrying a Cabbage Patch doll.
My new pinky nude lipstick is divine! Now I just mutter to Winston. Which is perfectly sane.
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Hmm I like that shade! Perhaps I need to take myself to Sephora.
How is Winston spending his days lately .. inside just like daddy wants .. or outside fending off the intruders?
Happy proof reading .. and have a lovely weekend! :o)
Oh, inside. Certainly. And that answer has nothing to do with the fact that Marvin reads this blog.
You notice how in that picture, Winston is totally on the lookout for Doppleganger Kitty?
You look MAHvelous!
Hi June, I'm Barb I work with your mom at the clinic. I think you are a hoot. hope we meet when you come to Michigan.
Anyone who thinks I'm a hoot is a friend of mine! I hope we meet, too!
Three things:
1. The trees in the back ground make my home sick.
2. Love the pinky-nude lip gloss....
3. It kind of goes with the picture of you looking a a little bit topless holding Winston. :) Was glad to have the top pic with you in a tank top for reference!
OK, Four Things:
4. Saw that same moon over the Grand Canyon this week. Spectacular! Very Sparklefraffle!
kellie
Okay, that moon? AND the Grand Canyon? Now come on. That's all you need.
And yes, I was completely TOPLESS in the front yard. My, how the neighbors will talk now. Jewish husband AND naked!
I thought the same thing, tho, when I looked at that picture. How sparklefraffle of me.
June, you look great. Love the red hair and the nudey pink lips. You look skinny....very skinny.
I just love Winston. He is very handsome.
Your face! I love it! I haven't seen a picture of your face face before, just far away shots.
You remind me of Rachel Griffiths a bit, the gorgeous actress from Six Feet Under and now Brothers and Sisters...
You look beautiful!
Jamie
Why thanks, Jamie!
I rode an elevator with her once, Rachel Griffiths, I mean. She told me she liked my shoes. I like both you and Rachel Griffiths.
you are so pretty! Love the lipstick! Winston looks good too. The doll... well.... Wish I could see Winston's collar a little better. Any chance of a closeup?
Thank you, Bronwyn. I wondered why no one was curious why a 42-year-old childless woman just happened to have a Cabbage Patch doll at the ready.
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