People Wonder

Why I get Esquire Magazine.
Mmmm....
Let me illustrate.

 Lord. That face. Plus- who knows? Maybe I'll some day need to be a man. These things DO happen and if they happen to me, I'll be ready.

They can call it fiction for men but fuck that. 

 Excuse me? Yes! I think I'll join you. Packing my nightie now.

My boyfriend. It's not a big secret.

Page 48.

And then, well...

This doesn't hurt my feelings either. It's not JUST his face. Another boyfriend of mine.

Plus- recipes AND sex advice?
Okay, I can live without the man's fashion stuff. I mean really- that's a whole world I care nothing about.

But bang for your buck for good manly writing and stuff?

Esquire. Every month.
Makes me happy.

Even the pictures of the women with bosoms. Who doesn't love a beautiful woman with nice bosoms?

If I ever DO need to become a man, I already have that one figured out.

Yours truly...Ms. Moon

I Got Bupkis Today But There Is A Picture Of Robert Duvall

For awhile there this morning it was like the Reds versus the Blues at my bird feeder. A flock of blue jays came in and darted to the feeder and fussed and fussed and then the cardinals came in and chased the jays away and every now and then a little red-headed bird would fly in and eat.
I have no idea what's going on in bird world. I never do. I tried to get a picture of the other birds but the cardinal was the only one I managed to get even a half-way decent shot of.

Wow. Okay.
Here it is what, nine days before Christmas? And what have I done today?

Talked on the phone, mostly. And bought an item online for a Christmas present.
And I'm doing laundry. When am I NOT doing laundry? Why is there so much laundry? There are only two of us living here! Jesus!
I will say that ONE of Mr. Moon's hunting outfits is one entire load of laundry. He is big. Not fat. At all. Just big.
Here's another question:
Why does he keep getting more and more handsome and good-looking while I am becoming less and less so by the moment? He is godlike. I, on the other hand, do not even have the good looks to qualify as a crone.
Perhaps I should start wearing make-up in real life.
And a bra.
(Ha-hahahahahaha!)

It's not as cold today but it is bleak-looking outside. And windy. And raw. Just raw. The humidity must be about 80%. I have no desire whatsoever to go out there in it.
And I have nothing of importance to say, no wisdom to impart but here's my favorite quote that I've read recently. It's from Esquire and it comes from Robert Duvall:

When I finished Lonesome Dove, I said to myself, Now I can retire. I've done something. Let the English play Hamlet. I'll play Augustus McCrae.

For the entire (small) article, click on the picture.



And thus, I love Robert Duvall even more than I did before, which is seemingly impossible.

To think that I live in a time when Robert Duvall could act in a movie playing a character written by Larry McMurtry is one of the things that makes me happiest.

What makes you happy today?
And don't tell me it's Christmas, either.
Unless it is.
In which case I'll probably forgive you.
Maybe.

Love...Ms. Moon