Winter Break has, alas, come to an end. Once more, we go forth to do battle in our classrooms. Unless someone wants to pay me to draw these all the time and let me live a life of leisure. That’s be acceptable, too.
For Christmas, the Wife got a Lisa Frank calendar. It’s the stuff of childhood technicolor dreams, really, all pinks and purples and tap dancing unicorns. I am more than a little disturbed by it.
Wrote and drew this comic back on the 30th, so by the time you’re reading this, it’s the future. The new year. The year of Our Lord two-thousand and fourteen. So, uh, happy New Year, I guess.