We’re unpacking and setting up the Wife’s new classroom this week. There are plenty of empty tubs to toss around now. Hopefully we can get her library set up in the next couple of days, too.
Sketch a Day
#1638 – Luftballoon
The Wife is deathly afraid of balloons. One drifted over to us in the restaurant where we were eating her birthday dinner Tuesday night, and we still have no idea where it came from.
#1637 – Birthday Punches
Happy Birthday, Shelby!
#1636 – Rapid Response
Earl is not the swiftest of the heavenly host.
#1635 – Body Slam
You can’t lay down when the Wee Baby Donovan is around. He will body slam you.
#1634 – Magic Ingredient
The Wife is the best cook ever. Ever. I will fight anyone who says otherwise.
#1633 – Cleansing
Man, I should probably have a hazmat suit, too.
#1632 – Hack
Sand keeps cropping up everywhere, even though we haven’t been at the beach since Thursday.
#1631 – Face Peel
My sunburn has begun peeling. Good times.
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