Footie.

I just completed this comic 6 hours ago with a tuxie mommy standing on the keyboard. She made sure I finished it.

My girls haven’t played together…yet. They still stare ate each other like, well, “Are you the daughter of the trollop who stole my man?” and “Are you the mother of that maniac?” but they don’t fight and that’s a start?

These are things that should’ve already been in comics, but I’ll be honest, my human family kind of takes every last minute of time and last week my Mum pulled a table that was too heavy because my Nan keeps 10,000 pounds of books in it and, well, Mum’s injured. So now I have to do everything. Everything but draw my dumb comic.

I have one more scheduled and there are four more I want to make, but I’ll be honest, I don’t know if it’s going to happen. Other Olympic years, I’d have the strips all done weeks in advance but go back and re-read that last paragraph and apply it to every missing comic. From here on out I’m going to go at these comics like Olympic skateboarders. I don’t understand why I’m doing it, but when I make one I feel pretty good about it.