Over the weekend, the wife got gum in her hair (don’t ask). It wouldn’t come out no matter what we tried, so I took a pair of kitchen scissors to it. It’s…rather short now, I must say, though she did go yesterday and get it styled by someone who knows what they’re doing.
My wife got a very short haircut over the weekend, though not because she wanted one. I’ll recount the story in tomorrow’s comic. It’s a doosey.
Yes, there is a typo in the sketch. I am leaving it there because it helps prove the point: mornings are really tough if you aren’t allowed to have caffeine. For six years, I’ve been caffeine-free, and it’s been hard. Very hard.
Who can even begin to understand why she does the things she does.
Borrowed a couple of stage swords from a fiend of mine who teaches theater. Didn’t get chased by security, thankfully, but you do have to wonder.
When I was a freshman in high school, lo these many moons ago, I got this green microfiber jacket. I loved that thing. I wore it all throughout high school, college, and graduate school. Though it no longer fits, and is ratty beyond all belief, it hangs still in the closet. I won’t be getting rid of it anytime soon, much to my wife’s chagrin.
Yes, it’s a terrible pun. No, I don’t regret it one bit.
I wore contacts today for the first time in a few years. It’s rather strange being able to see peripherally again.
Walking down the stairs this afternoon, I managed to trip and fall over a bag of stuff my sister-in-law had left there. I’m bruised but unbroken. I’ve decided to spend the rest of the evening on the couch.
Sketches From Memory 