What if you have had those thoughts when not PMSing? And I saw your comment on Sassy Scoops! I didn't know that the owner of Oopsie Daisy was your sister. So, that makes the owner of San Gelato your BIL, right? Nice people.
Seriously. They just keep breathing on us, begging for us to stop it....
Jia, this is hilarious!! I love the new cartoons, you are inspired!
Kristina - Aren't those stores cute? I haven't been there yet cause I don't live in Utah anymore, but I love seeing pics and hearing about them. Have you heard the story behind Oopsie Daisy? Basically my sister married her 2nd husband and they were both done having kids, and then they got pregnant and it was a "Oopsie Daisy!"Wonder Woman - It's a very valuable word. It has many uses and always brings a smile to peoples faces. Unless of course you're a whore. Then you're probably pissed about my usage of it. Unless you're a whore who is accepting of her own lifestyle. Then you probably don't care. But you should still get tested for gonorrhea.Thanks for visiting!Annike - Inspired. Drunk. Same difference.Drunk on Pepsi (for the record).
*shows to husband*THIS is why you don't touch me, or bump me, or tap me, or breathe on me, in bed, ever, just to be safe. AND why I keep telling you that, when I burst into tears last week because you came home, you shouldn't take it so personally.SEE! SEE! I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE!!!!
Dear Abba's husband,She's not joking. It sounds like she is, but she is a lion and you are a zebra. You're a zebra who's leg is bleeding and you can't run fast, and for some reason you just called the lion fat.This is a dangerous situation. Best course of action to take is to throw a candy bar at her, tell her she looks pretty and duck! If you can find a cute animal or small child to put between the two of you for your protection, do this. If not, a Visa or Mastercard works just as quickly.While she is dealing with said distractions, your only mode of survival is to clean the house (most notably the dishes).
So, basically, I'm doomed.Also, girls are stupid. Imagine what it would be like if we did stuff like that!(abba snickers)
This post is SO true-to-reality in my life (I'm intermittently red-haired, depending on when I last had a date with Miss Clairol, what shade I was in the mood for, and how it actually came out). My husband learned FAST about the need for chocolate. Sometimes when he comes home, he'll open the door just far enough to admit a hand waving a candy bar, and waits until the candy bar has been taken out of his hand to come in. In extreme cases, he'll open the door, chuck in the chocolate, close the door fast, and wait until he's reasonably sure the chocolate's at least in my hand before he comes in.
Ava - I have to make a comic of that.
I'll look forward to seeing that. I'd try, but you draw better than I do.
Man, I just had this exact same thought last night. And yes, I realized I was PMSing too.Just stumbled upon your blog today, not only is the design gorgeous but your writing is hilarious.
OMG! You are too funny.. I love it! "wow it would be so easy.." hahaIve been there.. but in my mind.. its always suffocation with the pillow. :) please keep making these cartoons. It has just made my day.
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