Eep.
So yesterday started off slow — I was going to go to my parents’ house, do laundry, visit Skippy the Cat and (if she’d let me) Meg the Grumpy … Continue reading
Tiny ink dots, in my wine, make it taste like ink. . . never mind.
Although he is feeling a little scattered lately. Ba-dum-ching. Seriously, brace yourselves — there’s a slew of art history-related owls a-comin’, because I am on a leetle bit of a … Continue reading
He reeeeeally should have checked the Yelp reviews first.
Once again giving the ‘this won’t end well’ and ‘terrible ideas’ tags a workout.
Sometimes work makes me feel like this.
And by sometimes, I mean basically every day, frequently multiple times a day. It’s a wonder I don’t get stabby sometimes, although the fact that I apologize to chairs when … Continue reading
In a hideous dress, dyed shoes, and a floppy hat.
So here’s another chance to share random stories. I’ve been trying for a while now to convince somebody to get married at Chuck-E Cheese’s, because I don’t know why. Just … Continue reading
I know his leg is going the wrong direction, but that’s how his knees bend.
The Nerd in the Hat
In case you wondered why I had a tiny cat sized velvet tophat lying around, I also make things like this: There’s clearly a progression here from not too … Continue reading
Holding still is hard, y’all.
Which I realize is a weird thing to say, since part of Neurotic Owl’s deal is that he barely moves, but still. Anyway, I meant him to just be peeking … Continue reading
A pretty, pretty princess.
Just in case I’m starting to confuse people with these, he really is a boy. He just likes wearing pretty things sometimes.
Neurotic Owl 