First, I should point out the Wife would not be so mean.
Second, three years! If the comic were a person, it’d be potty trained by now.
As you can see, I’ve finally found a way to use the old font while still creating everything on the iPad, so I’m right back even with what I could do back in 2004.
Thanks to everyone who’s been reading, whether for a week or two or all three years. It means a lot to me.
Happy Thanksgiving, folks!
Okay, three, counting this one.
The Wee Baby Donovan can fart as loud as a full-grown man. It is awe-inspiring.
Allison brought over the Wee Baby Donovan Sunday afternoon. He’s a cutie.
I have nothing to add to this one.
I am become the scruff of legends, I am.
Been feeling kinda low for a few days. Medication changes haven’t gone as smooth as I’d like, and the new stuff isn’t as effective as what I used to be on. But it’s a process, and it’ll hopefully get better.
Am I suddenly old now? Is back pain just part of my life now? Who knows.