In two hours, I am about to get on a plane. If I can stop staring at my butt, anyway. Today it is mesmerizing me. I seem to have fed it just the right amount of triple cream, or maybe the skirt is just my friend. I will cut it off til June now. ANYWAY, I am reading in San Francisco tonight at Three Dollar Bill Cafe. DAVID LEE ROTH HIGH KICK. I can’t wait to meet new people and see old people. I am reading from this book, Can I Sit with You? I will sign your book, boob, or moob. If you have no moobs but instead beefy arm, you will be dismissed.
I listened to Strudel scream this morning after I made Companion put her through the shower. I shall not look back.
“Do you see now, why it’s so hard for me to give up these precious moments with her?”
“UGH,” he said over her as she screamed about skirts.
“It’s all worth it, though, when she says she loves you, isn’t it?”
“UGH,” Companion said.
“NO PANTS NOOOOOOO PANTS I WANT TO WEAR A TURT!” Strudel interjected.
“I think it’s important for children to have daddy time too. I have to force myself not to hog her.”
“I see that,” he said.
After days of unholy struggle, Franny’s loft bed has finally gone together. Between the wood being warped and it being an unwieldy son-of-a-bitch, it took more time than it should have. But now Franny is in her aerie, and the gimpy Taibas Jones reminds me that at one time in her youth she was an ace ladder-climber. Those were spindly little rungs that went straight up and down, and these have a lean and are much flatter. But it still impresses me, considering that half the time she is limping around on her little centipede legs.
In conclusion, last night I dreamt that IKEA directions were in COLOR, and I was THRILLED.
Today I am also superblab about some feminist hobbledyhoy over on Blogher.
Good luck with the reading! And I hear ya about putting furniture together. Let’s just say that if at all possible, I leave the house for the duration of whatever my husband is assembling. Otherwise someone would be dead or divorced from giving too much unwanted advice. And I have an amazing ability to not be able to read directions correctly. After all, they write that crap in Gibberish.
I’m really bummed that I live in texas now. I mean, SJ and Squid in the same place, and reading cool stories 45 min from my old house. :(
Hope it goes well!
Enjoy San Francisco!
Hey SJ
It’s Me, G
it was awesome seeing
you in the city by the bay
= ]
my email is gianlou@sfsu.edu
by the way
I have to admit, your butt was mesmerizing. You are bootaylicious.
I am sorry I did not come see you (and badgerbag!) read last night, but alas I was sick and had no will to live, much less drive a couple hours.
Hope it went well!!
I read your post at Blogher, I can’t comment there because you have to have a login.. and I am lazy.
I don’t understand the point of that ad at all. Are they trying to say people would only care if it was a boy? It bothers me somewhat.