flying through clouds of uncertainty on wings of existential dread
Remember when, shortly after I started this blogtoon, I said that I don’t collect owls, am not obsessed with owls, and don’t want to end up owning thousands of owl tchotchkes? Well. . .
The little bag (which currently holds my ATCs and pen for owl cartooning) was a gift from my kick-ass brother & his kick-ass beautiful wife. The tissues were from my friend S, and no, I haven’t brought myself to use them yet, because cute!
I also have a hand sanitizer in my desk with an owl on it from a coworker, and I’m not counting the dozens of times I’ve been at a store and squeed, “Owl!” and then forced myself to walk away. Let’s just say it’s best if I don’t go into a Pier One anytime soon.
I’m not collecting, though! Honest!
. . . crap.