This is a very condensed version of how we spent one recent weekend.
The prom is nerve-wrecking, of course your stomach has butterflies.
You can’t miss your first day of work because you ate a bad yogurt.
Hmmm, maybe three days is a little long for an upset stomach to keep getting worse.
The original sketch for this cartoon was done on a hospital paper towel during her week long stay there. It’s not my proudest moment as a parent, but I guess it could have turned out a heck of a lot worse so I’ll take it.
The final panel is a nod to one of my favorite TV shows, “Arrested Development.”
A couple years ago we received a popcorn maker for Christmas. The kind that sort of looks a movie house popcorn machine, but on a smaller scale. For whatever reason I have become the person who operates this machine; probably because it’s just about the only thing I can cook that other people will eat with being admitted to the hospital. Anyway, the dogs love popcorn and quickly gather around as soon as they smell it. Sometimes I think it’s a bigger deal for them than it is for the rest of us.
We have four dogs and none of them is exactly discreet about where they do their business in the yard. At one we had point two pugs and for some unknown reason they always went along the perimeter of the yard, so stepping in a “present” was a rare feat. Now it’s like dodging your way through a minefield. Anyway, this is about the only good thing I can say about the snowbanks that still line my driveway.
I’m a dork. For awhile my kids would precede just about every conversation with the phrase “Guess what…” followed by the basis of their thought (“…what happened in art” “…what a friend said” “…what I did” etc) and it was always asked in the form of a question. Of course a normal person would simply ask “what?” to the obviously rhetorical question. Me being me, I would actually guess at what they were talking about, annoying them to no end. Suffice to say my kids rarely start a conversation with “guess what…” anymore.