For clothes in my comicbook luggage.

Happy Stick Out Your Tongue Day!

Holy fuck.

Yesterday was a doozie.

I slept for total shit on Wednesday night.

So did Jitterbug.

So it didn’t take much sweet talking to opt for the snuggle over the workout.

Because of that, we got up a little later than was desired.

Which meant we were rushing around to get out the door.

Running a few minutes late? Perfect time to nearly shit your pants.

And of course the girls were getting ready in our bathroom.

I had to go pee outta my butt in the kids’ bathroom.

Then I had to clean myself up properly.

It was kind of a miracle that I got to the bank on time.

But I did.

Then came errands in town.

After those I headed up the hill for my tux, comics, and work errands.

It was an amazing week for comics.

Back home in time to shower off the lingering gross feeling from the poo-splosion and then I headed over to Beatle Sue’s and StanStan the Rockman’s for dinner and to pick up the kiddos.

Then home again to putter around and dig into some comic time.

Because I was worn the fuck out.

Now it is Friday and I have a metric shit ton of stuff to do in preparation for leaving town for work/wedding/whatnot(/wobster?).

I’ll hand over the controls of the posts to Jitterbug starting Monday and she will make them until she too joins me for the wedding.

You’ll have radio silence until she gets back.

But there’s a lot that has to happen before I can pass the keyboard off to her.

So I’m gonna get busy.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC