No, really, should I help him write this book?
Okay, I didn’t really … oh, wait, I did. But they’d left. I think. No, they were on our roof.
Well, the raccoons are back.
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!)
Okay, as you were.
(Some of you may be feeling a sense of déjà vu, but that’s only because this comic went out early a few weeks ago. It was a weird time, okay?)
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.
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.
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 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.)
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?
Laser guided dance classes are hazardous.
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:
He’s got a million of ’em!