No mules were harmed in the making of this doodle.
And before you shriek in horror, a muleskinner in this context is just a dude (or chick, presumably) who drives mules. A muleteer, if you will. Like a Rocketeer but … Continue reading
MUST CLEAN MOAR.
Ugh, you guys. So last week I had family visiting town from Wednesday to Saturday (yay! {but also eek! time consuming!}) and also had to empty out and scrub the … Continue reading
Today will have to be a brave day.
So, full disclosure, the amazing leggings I got were free, because my awesome friend Katie of Lineage Wear needed plus size brand ambassadors (basically, pictures of my big butt wearing … Continue reading
Never go in against an eight-year-old when flowers are on the line.
Or a Sicilian when death is. Vizzini might not take you down, but Sophia totally will. She’s killed before. Since I seem to be on a wedding kick, I remembered … Continue reading
Which is why there are big red scratches on my cleavage right now.
My Charlie cat is sweet and lovable and charming and clumsy as all hell. He never scratches me on purpose, but he loves being on my lap or my shoulder, … Continue reading
Seriously, don’t mess with this bridesmaid.
I was reminded of this story the other night — a while back, I was a bridesmaid in my friend L’s wedding, and I have this tendency when my friends … Continue reading
Bangarang, good sir.
I’m saving what was going to be today’s cartoon for tomorrow, because Robin Williams died yesterday and I just can’t with the jokes right now. It’s not just that I … Continue reading
Special request! Which I sort of failed at.
A certain friend who shall be forever (or at least for this post) know as Lrequested a cartoon with this caption, with Neurotic Owl running off to an adventure. Simple, … Continue reading
Stare into his unblinking beady gaze.
This is a very specific one-off that may require explanation. One of my friends recently went to Peru and ate 1/17th of a guinea pig (because she was with 16 … Continue reading
Oh wait, did you need milk? She forgot the milk.
You know how I tend to think people are judging my groceries, like when I buy cookies and assume everyone in the store is silently mocking the fat chick with … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 