Hurricane is hard on plastic bags, it seems. I had a kamikaze pear in my groceries and the rain blowing up my jacket, and it jumped out of the bag in the parking lot. Twice. Also jumped out of refrigerator twice after I got it home. I shoulda left it out in the rain.

REgarding first photo: your hair looks lovely, especially set off by the jacket it's curling over. And now we know how Edsel would look in a beret.

Michigan HandJob. That guy was probably having a near-death experience. Going toward the Michigan-shaped light. "I see it! . . . " Or maybe a death experience. Let's have a moment of silence. Hey, June. It is rough when everyone wants you to make their fun more fun. Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

Not Paleo. (Milk comes out of nose.) But how can we be sure? It's not as though it would leave bones. Even the box would probably have gone to dust after a few thousand years.

"Lemme try the Hoo De Bloogen Pretention." I hear it's a furtive little wine with hints of pepperoni and arsenic, and the nose is what the wine comes out of if you drink it while reading Bye Bye Pie.

Hold a kitten/puppy break: an idea whose time has come.

Oh, June, thank you for killing so many of us dead again. If you need to take another day off, just open the floor to Baby Jesus Onesie ideas. Take care of your throat. Your voice must not be hindered.

Awful for all of you. Just what you didn't need. No wonder your throat closed, but it opened again because you are brave. And having to be brave really sucks. If only all of us hurting for you could use up some of your hurt.

Good grief, June, you look beautiful even in an accidental photo. Consider walking with a cane for a while--strangers will be extra nice to you.

Yes! With Marlin Perkins . . . jungle bongos, then beautiful-savannah violins . . . Marlin's voice-over about the approaching lion as he and his sidekick leap into the Range Rover, and my father puts in, "Meanwhile, the brave camera-man . . ."

Golly, AA, I didn't know I was THAT good at faking it. Maybe your impression is due to June's excellent photography.

I want to be at that meeting! "I am June and I am fiiine. Fear me! Approve all my articles!" (Lots of guys approve June's articles, as we know.) Someday I will be as tall as Lottie.

In the August shot, Lottie appears to have her back legs sorted out. Is that one tiny thing to remove from your worry list?

Unicorn Marco Polo: www.gocomics.com/phoebe-and-her-unicorn/2013/06/16

Unless you work in a wrist splints store, this makes no sense. Experimental mime film sounds great, and you should insist that this nosy customer watch it several times, and take a test on it. With an essay question.

Dryer rage. Once I entered my sister V’s apartment, and sister C was laughing too hard to speak because sister V had raged at her washer and called it a vicious swine.

Now I'm having trouble commenting without calling it a reply. Hi, Joanie, you brave teacher! (All teachers are brave.) I was gonna say June, you are Low Key Reliable Considering Your Incessantly Crazy Life and Awful Schedule, Unsurprisingly Large Number of Friends, and Undeniable Sparkling Charisma. LKRCYICLASULNFUSPC.

And here I was thinking you'd like to teach the world to sing in perfect harmony.

So true. “Yes. I take abandoned toys and corkscrews in my coffee.” The brilliance of June. Whose imagination takes flight and lands where only June's would land. Concisely and with rhythm. (Unless it wants to be raggedy and sprawly.) Poet envies. ALL THE MUD. So that’s where it went.

Small example: Whenever the newspaper drops a comic strip, you can count on people writing letters to the editor about how awful the new one is, and how much better the old one is. ("Gasoline Alley--now that's funny!" "How dare you run Doonesbury on the comics page, it's a bunch of liberals!") The paper printed something they don't like, and by golly they'll cancel their subscription! Wait, maybe these people are in their _second_ childhood, does that count? (Remembering when spouse used to sigh, "Where have you gone, Walter Cronkite?)

Loving the Henry-chats-with-Winston post. No wonder you wrote today, under the photo, "I was one of my favorites."

June and Lottie, glad you found another vet so quickly. My vet has been wonderful. The day Eppie turned out to be dying, he squeezed her into the schedule by looking at her during a pause in major surgery he was doing on another dog. He gently did all he could, and I had all the time I needed with her before and after, and the staff cried and said she was such a good dog. Even though as a younger whippersnapper she had tried to bite them all. Only weird thing was that last week when her ashes were ready for me, the newest girl called and said, "Eppie came back."

I hope it goes as easily as possible. Even though it's too sad for words. Sorry.

Well bless his tiny heart, good thing you already got rid of him. Here’s something appropriate. http://www.higherperspectives.com/overthinking-worriers-1429984438.html Since you’re so busy, just read the head: New Research Says Overthinking Worriers Are Probably Creative Geniuses

"Say, Peg, I read this thing the other day that a Cinco de Mayo tradition is throwing the Christmas tree into the yard."