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it is starting to get cold at night...the date the heat is officially turned on for the season in your house is a matter of pride here (okay, so, there isn't much else going on). at the grocery store, you can hear strangers comparing notes: "it was so cold last night i almost turned the heat on!" (it was 38!)
okay, i'm exaggerating. with my glasses off, the baby is just a fleshy blob. actually, he's pretty much just a fleshy blob anyway. never mind.
epic! it was too much to fit on one post-it...click to enlarge.
this one is for my pal kim, who enjoys my misery and liked this story. also, thanks for the mention on the etsy forums, between that & the poor souls who stumble across my blog after googling "breast implants" (see previous posts for my series on homemade breast implants) i hope to brighten someone's day, somewhere.
(don't tell the baby this actually happened)
i was actually yelling "THERE IS NO SHOUTING IN THIS HOUSE" which is what i say every ten minutes.sorry, this is a pretty bad drawing, but i drew it while holding a writhing infant, so, you know.
hello, sailor! okay, so i was reading jezebel.com this morning, and came across this post:
http://jezebel.com/gossip/body-issues/love-your-body-even-if-its-shaped-like-a-brick-312404.php
it's about the "new" 12 female body shapes (from the uk, so they have cute names like "skittle") and, you know, what to wear to hide your shame. (news flash: i'm STILL a "pear," albeit with dainty ankles.) so i figured since most of my gags revolve around my, um, figure, it was only fitting i honor this i'm-totally-not-making-this-up day.
also, i have to stop showing this blog to my poor, horrified husband, because after he saw this drawing he just covered his face with his hands and said "oh my god" very quietly.
looking for work again...and suddenly i feel about 6000 years old. does being funny, or like, able to draw count for anything? also, i miss doing stop-motion animation.
Yay! The very funny Fat Wonderwoman Blog posted another one of my terrible post-its. (Actually, I did this in Corel Painter, so it's a fauxt-it?)
Below is this first one I did for them. I heart McGriddles.
i've realized that, really, the only time i'm not clenching my teeth is when i'm yelling. because even if one of the kids is actually being good, that means another one is not...
p.s. if you tilt your head, the drawing on the right is also what i look like when i'm sleeping.
okay, i'm exaggerating. with my glasses off, the baby is just a fleshy blob. actually, he's pretty much just a fleshy blob anyway. never mind.
this one is for my pal kim, who enjoys my misery and liked this story. also, thanks for the mention on the etsy forums, between that & the poor souls who stumble across my blog after googling "breast implants" (see previous posts for my series on homemade breast implants) i hope to brighten someone's day, somewhere.
hello, sailor! okay, so i was reading jezebel.com this morning, and came across this post:
looking for work again...and suddenly i feel about 6000 years old. does being funny, or like, able to draw count for anything? also, i miss doing stop-motion animation.
Yay! The very funny Fat Wonderwoman Blog posted another one of my terrible post-its. (Actually, I did this in Corel Painter, so it's a fauxt-it?)
i've realized that, really, the only time i'm not clenching my teeth is when i'm yelling. because even if one of the kids is actually being good, that means another one is not...
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