Winter Break is the best.
Meredith does not agree, for some reason.
“What do you want for Christmas, mom?” I asked during our weekly phone conversation a couple of weeks ago.
“You don’t have to get me anything,” she replied, as she does every year.
“Seriously, mom, what would you like?” I pressed.
Finally, she said shed like a comic about herself. “You can even make fun of me, if you want,” she said, then added that I could post it on the website if I wanted,
So, for the last two weeks, I’ve pondered and considered and thought. I’m not sure I can make fun of my mother in a comic. It just doesn’t feel right.
But we’ll see. I’ve told her the electronic version will be up before the holiday, and that I’ll mail a physical copy to her this week. I think I have an idea, but we’ll see if I can make it translate to the comic or not.
In the meantime, have a quick sketch of me and my mom.
Keeping up with all the social media stuff I follow on Facebook, Tumblr, and Twitter can be exhausting. Not to mention trying to actually post on all of them occasionally. I don’t know how other people manage to be online posting stuff all day long.
Well, actually, that’s not true. I know exactly how: they have jobs that allow them to piddle on the internet basically whenever they want, and teaching does not offer that luxury.
Apparently this is a big Catholic thing that I don’t know about because I was raised Presbyterian, but in Christmas Eve every year, the Wife’s family does this big meal with all these fish dishes.
I just keep wondering where the beanie weenies are, and the sausage balls and the cheese log. Different cultures, man. On Christmas Day, they do Chinese food, and I really just want a ham.