Yeah, that sounds kinda whiny doesn’t it. Well it is true to an extent. I’m not done with the meditation comic yet but I am definitely enjoying the drawing more than the writing.

I do not hate cats.

They hate me.

3 for 3. Over the past three years I have started each summer by getting poison ivy. One more year and I get a free toaster. The worst part is I did not personally come in contact with it this year. I somehow got it through secondary contact.

And I don’t even know for certain where.

If you’ve been with me a while you’ve seen this one before … if not its new to you. It is appropriate thought, really. Frances has not been letting me sleep well of late. My wonderful little Bagel has the need to stand up and shake at 3:00 in the morning with license jingling. That leave me looking more like today’s cartoon than her.

(You thought I got in trouble for the chihuahua cartoon. Let’s see how this one flies.)

This weekend Sarah’s cousins threw us an engagement party. She also had her shower on Sunday. Can’t imagine why this idea would come to mind. Building up to a wedding is crazy, fun, but crazy.