This isn’t a post.
But I swear there’ll be a real one when I get home — yesterday was a little stressful, since I found out while at the office five minutes before my … Continue reading
I didn’t post this one yet, right? Right? I can’t tell anymore.
Or the paper towels, or his tax forms. Whatever. Many of my books have little fang marks in the corners because Charlie does not approve of me reading instead of … Continue reading
Can I take the day off, too? Please? Pretty please with cartoon hedgehogs on top?
Because I apparently have inflammation around the nerve in my thigh, which is why it feels like a constant gentle burning, occasionally interspersed with a furious fucking burning and sometimes, … Continue reading
Actually, really frequent stress criers know that you do it INSIDE the stall, but I didn’t feel like drawing him on the toilet.
The sink is for when you’re pretty sure you’re done crying, so you go splash cold water on your face to try to look less like you’ve been hysterically sobbing, … Continue reading
Mini-rant!
For the purposes of today, pretend he’s a lady owl, because while there certainly are a few men in the world who try to squeeze into the tiniest space possible … Continue reading
A baby cried into a phone at me earlier, and I know exactly how he felt.
Apparently I did not fully upload the cartoons I thought I uploaded, but that’s okay, because this is how I feel today. Sorry for the rerun, but aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh. Can I … Continue reading
Happy non-Irish-people-getting-drunk-and-pretending-to-be-Irish day!
This is a repeat, but it’s an appropriate repeat, plus I’m about to give you a new one too, so quit your whining. By the way, can we have a … Continue reading
I wanted to make you wait for the second part and post a picture of owl, otter, and hedgehog eating pie for Pi day, but I was tired last night.
Maybe I’ll do a biiiig drawing of all of my characters having a pie party and then save it for next year, except I’m bad at saving things, so I’ll … Continue reading
You know those days when you’re in the parking garage, putting on eye makeup quick like a bunny in the mirror, and then you realize that you need to pluck your eyebrows SOOOO badly, but you have no tweezers?
Those are crazy-making days.
No, not you you, other people you. Cool your mammaries.
Because occasionally it’s nice to use a word that isn’t ‘like’ or the equally vague phrases ‘kind of’, sort of’, etc. This is yet another thing that drove me bonkers … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 