
Every break. Every. One.

Every break. Every. One.

Sometimes you just stand around thinkin’, and sometimes you hear that your cat is snoring and you just have to go see something that adorable.

Mea culpa.

That’s right, the first comic of the new year features a vomit joke, because I’m super-classy.

Someday, I’ll be able to look at a calendar and actually recognize the end of the month. This is not that day.

Last comic of 2018! Michelle wants to eat all the shrimp.

Michelle proceeded to win the next three rounds.

Over the weekend, we took some target practice with my brother’s bow. We are not good.

I had this comic drawn up Sunday night, then fell asleep before I could upload it. So here it is.
And here’s a Christmas comic! Merry Christmas!