If there were an Olympic event for napping, I would not win the gold medal. I wouldn’t even show up, because I would be at home, napping.
My grandmother does not take missed putts well, and apparently I learned at a young age to “help” when she missed one.
Mom’s AC wasn’t working when I arrived the other day. Mercifully, it is now working once again.
I’m visiting my family, so of course I stopped by the Daylight Donuts in Shawnee, he best damn donut store in the world.
I was definitely ready for bed early. All that driving may have done me in.
Two solid days of driving are not kind to one’s mind. But I made it to Oklahoma!
I stopped drawing Crooked Halo about seven or eight years ago, right in the middle of a storyline. And I always felt kinda bad about leaving it unfinished. This wasn’t exactly the way I intended to end things for it, but it’s the end it’ll get.
Next week, back to our usual hijinks.