Seriously, fry bread is some great stuff. Delicious.
Between the arthritis in dad’s index finger and the complete lack of callouses on any of my fingertips, we were a sorry pair playing guitars. Hopefully the weekend guitar playing will be better.
Grandmas are the best, yo. I’m 34, and mine still kinda spoil me and definitely try to feed me more food than is absolutely necessary.
Also, Wednesday was my Grandma Betty’s 83rd birthday! She is awesome.
We are all secretly oil tycoons.
Saturday and Sunday were spent driving from Virginia to Oklahoma. I stopped Saturday night to have dinner with an old friend, but experienced what I call “Driver’s Brain.” It’s a condition acquired from spending all damn day driving and forgetting how to interact with other people or with simple things like menus. It is remarkably similar to what I’m like even when I haven’t spent ten hours driving by myself, but let’s ignore that for now.
I’m in Oklahoma visiting family all this week and the next, so expect the comics to be about that. I’ll do updates this weekend to make up for missing comics.
I’m traveling across the country visiting family, and the friend in staying with tonight doesn’t have internet. The comic will be posted tomorrow morning when I can get access to some wifi. Have a picture of the Oklahoma sky in the meantime.
Digging out the bullet is always the hardest part.
Trying something a little different. We’ll see how long it holds my attention.