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Tag Archives: The Slinky One
Who Would Read This Book? I Would Read That Book.
No, really, should I help him write this book?
It’s Not Safe To Go Out.
Okay, I didn’t really … oh, wait, I did. But they’d left. I think. No, they were on our roof.
NOT COOL.
Interlopers!
Well, the raccoons are back.
Bathroom Humor?
Hey, when you gotta go….
(No, I didn’t really do this.)
🙄
(I barfed in the Ninja Twins’ pan once. It was the nearest bathroom! I cleaned it up…then I barfed again. I had a really bad headache, I was coming off caffeine–but that’s not what this comic is about!)
I Had The Weirdest Dream….
Okay, as you were.
(Some of you may be feeling a sense of dĂ©jĂ vu, but that’s only because this comic went out early a few weeks ago. It was a weird time, okay?)
Just A Gigolo….
If you were lucky enough to have seen my Poppy sing at a wedding, you’d probably have heard him do Just A Gigolo. If you were lucky enough to have a 50th wedding anniversary, he’d greet you with, “What went wrong?” Have a spot of tea and a spot of cookie for my Poppy’s 100th birthday today, he was the kind of fun they don’t make much anymore.
Smell Those Girls!
Okay, so back in the ’80s when my Poppy would come home from his friend’s house, he’d say to our dog, “Smell those girls!” because his friend had a load of girl dogs. My Poppy would’ve been 100 this Friday so you’re getting some way out interpretations of some of his quotes.
Run Free, Mousie!
Humane mouse traps are great and all, but I have to wonder how the mice I’m setting free are getting on out there in the world.
My Hot Sons!
My hot sons came into my life 15 years ago today and everything they do continues to bring sunlight and joy to every day.
(That mouse lived, but wait for the next comic to find out how.)
Continue To Pretend!
The humane traps have become quite a source of entertainment for the Ninja Twins and The Puppy. The Puppy has jumped across the floor to play with an empty trap. Maybe it’s the peanut butter?
MY HOT SONS!
Aw, kids.
Aw, moms.
HITTING THE LIGHTS!
Laser guided dance classes are hazardous.
Witnessing the Technique of the Great Fred Astaire!
Yet another comic suggested by my Nan, singing at the table with the Ninja Twins, based on this strange out of context Fred Astaire musical number:
How Come Crabs Don’t Share?
He’s got a million of ’em!
