There’s a massive groundhog that lives under our house. I saw him running across the yard the other day toward me. I guess he didn’t see me at first, but all of the sudden he put the brakes on and literally skidded to a halt on the gravel path. It was very cartoony the way he braced his little feet and bits of gravel flew up around them.
If I found him a nice red beret, I wonder if he’d be my friend. I’d get him a proper one, these kind of look like deflated balloons.
Actually, I’m pro-nonsense, but I’m choosy about what sort of nonsense I’ll tolerate.
My son likes lucky flounder a lot. He was very pleased with his birthday cake.
It’s my son’s birthday today! All week long he’s been asking, “How many days till my birthday?” Hopefully it will be worth the wait.
I wonder what it says about me that I regularly draw monsters who have no idea what’s going on.
School starts next week (for my son, that is) which means back to work for me. Or, more accurately, back to the attic. I’m going to DC in October (DO NOT point out how alarmingly soon that is!) to sell my monsters to discerning customers. I have a lot of things to make before then. I hope my doodling doesn’t suffer as a result.
Today it’s not supposed to be obscenely hot so we’re going to the zoo. Ice cream will be eaten and I won’t think about deadlines or wonder why these monsters are standing in a giant petri dish. (Unless it’s a sandbox.)
I need a lovely assistant. And chocolate.
Anteater-porcupine can’t resist Mr. Parsnip-insect-thing.