But then I got the flu. No, really. In September. Who does that? The person I caught it from, I guess, but WHO DOES THAT? You know I wash my hands, this is a travesty.
Anyway, I was going to go, “Who wants mugs and notebooks that say ‘PLANS!'” and you were all going to be, “Yay, Lynda, you’re making things! No, I don’t want that, but I’m sure someone will.” But now all I have is this comic that took me 2 hours to make last week and here’s where I give you the heads up that the ol’ faithful Monday/Wednesday/Friday schedule may change as I bring you the kind of comics that take 3-5 hours (coming in October!) plus there are those designs that I really am working on.
While you wait, here is an animated GIF of a wee stripey laser fishermans with his catch.
You ever wonder what your trees are feeling? You ever wonder if the trees you hate on from next door are totally onto you but will filter your air anyway because they’re nice that way?
Uh…yeah, so I had to move the router. It went pretty well but I wasn’t feeling great so it took longer than it should have but The Slinky One totally helped and was on top of everything at all times.
(Pointless trivia: I’m using a new pencil. The 4th pencil, you guys!)
It’s okay, they met their quota, so we don’t have to update the meter. Phew?
Hello and welcome to that night the family of raccoons learned to climb up to our roof and thought it was a fun place to run. At midnight.
I was in fact the only one who heard it, but where’s the fun in that?
(In honor of the first day I went back outside alone after guys stole my ID with my address and all…and had two neighbors tell me I needed to cut some trees that had grown from all the rain and, you know, spring.)
Yeah…the deer finally went back in the shed this weekend. It kept snowing, okay?
…yeah, this happened. We’re not gonna talk about it.
I mean, I’ll talk about it if you want to talk about it.
This happened two feet from my door. I thought I was talking to the fluffy bum of a local cat. I WAS WRONG.
All totally normal things happening.
Ants. Ants! Also little wild cats who need homes but I’m dealing with my feelings about feral cats not wanting to live with me and also I filled in the hole it wasn’t really this deep but that wouldn’t be funny and I’m trying to make it all funny, you guys.
Germs on the peanut butter seem insignificant on a nice sunny day with friends when there’s a hole forming somewhere. (It’s okay, the hole’s filled in now. Also it’s been 13 years since I started this comic! Whoo!)
There are no easy solutions to some things.