Just a quick sketch I did this morning of one of my coworkers.
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Sketch a Day, Day 477
Her eyes are always bigger than her stomach.
Sketch a Day, Day 476
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.
Sketch a Day, Day 475
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.
Sketch a Day, Day 474
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.
Sketch a Day, Day 473
Who can even begin to understand why she does the things she does.
Sketch a Day, Day 472
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.
Sketch a Day, Day 471
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.
Sketch a Day, Day 470
Yes, it’s a terrible pun. No, I don’t regret it one bit.
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