Costume

MADD (mothers against Doughnut Drivers)

Love Cats.

Yes that's you.

Do you want my...

Seal of Approval?


Happy Halloween.

no one can be uncheered by a balloon

Walter

I need help.
Please.
Walter is trying to find himself, or rather I am trying to find him.
His color..s?
Horns?
Big eyes? Or little innocent eyes?
Feet?
Paws?
Fat?
Tall?
Help.
He may give in to a little bit of peer pressure.
He may not.

Some things are too good to be true.

i drew

Let the Record Show

The breakfast burrito is a rude and unsavory meal option.
I can abide them no longer.
Breakfast is meant to be eaten with utensils. period.
A.

things that look like faces

Refrigerator adjacent.

Glutton for Punishment

Digital Booth

bouquet

polar opposite

stars are fun

Fragile and Bright

Keeper of the Silly Hats

Good Day Sunshine

I've noticed that cracks in the sidewalk sometimes look like profiles of people kissing.

Roger that.

He laughs. A lot.

Roger Cross

I like Roger because his tongue curls when he laughs, sometimes.

Batstache

For those of you who think i take after father, this image removes all doubt that i am, in fact, my mother's daughter.

baby got back.

Dr Sketchy

Dont drink, dont smoke, what do you do...

Goodie Three Shoes

Agressive Red Wheelie String

On her way to the party Emily was waylaid by two beasties and their agressive red wheelie string.

My sister can beat up your sister.

news article

to whom it may concern,
Why does it seem that Bail Bond establishments often sponsor my sister's events?
A.

Straight Bears Dont Wear Stripy Socks

Paper is Fun

I heart this illustrator:
Jaime Zollars
Her book comes out in Fall of 08 and will be called Inside the Slidy Diner.

she also has a blog of fun paper projects:
paper forest blog

Words That Are Fun To Say

tumbleweed
polytheistic
jumpstart
pumpernickel
gotcha

1 trick

toothbug

Okay, i live in the Ghetto.
I admit it.
Last night i met an evil little visitor. This is the 2nd cock-a-roach i have met in 2 years, and last night my creepy crawly friend was creepily crawling upon my toothbrush.
YES.
The sanctity of my toothbrush has been forever desicrated.
I killed him violently and loudly with much banging of bathroom items. He met an unfavorable end, i am proud to say.
Alas, the toothbrush is gone away as well, perfectly broken in bristles notwithstanding.

When i was young we sang this song (below), the toothbugs (as was explained to me by my mother) were tarter and tooth decay, and general smellyness that we use our toothbrush to eliminate. Toothbugs were NOT something that loitered upon one's brush, waiting for the fun suprise of potential oral hygene thwarted.

“I do not want to clean my teeth, a little boy once cried,
“I’ve washed my face and combed my hair, Thats quite enough,” he sighed;
Some tooth bugs hiding in his mouth, Began to dance in glee;
“At last we’ve found a home,” they cried, “We do not have to flee!”

“This boy has such a nice warm mouth, We’ll linger here all night;
His teeth are filled with bits of food, We’ll eat with all our might!”
The small boy heard their shout of glee, “Get out of there,” he cried;
He grabbed his brush and scrubbed and scrubbed ‘Till every tooth bug died.

PS. The lyrics of my youth were changed to accomidate our pacifist lifestyle, i think in our version the toothbugs were indignant and left the premisis of our mouths, off to find some other poor brat who refused to brush his/her teeth. A violent death, even for toothbugs, was to sad to sing of. Thanks, mum.

hat pee barf ray, christ tea

Dear Munchkin,
Your powder blue electric guitar is in the mail. 10 months late. Please blame Stinky, as it was her job aquire said guitar on your behalf, and in a timely fashion. Or blame Trouble because she is the inforcer in the family and was in charge of pressuring Stinky. We all can't wait for you to make our parents climb the walls with auditory torment.
Love,
The Oldest
PS Yes i know the bean's instrument is short a string, i've heard its not important.

"A overly sensitive heart is an unhappy possession on this shaky earth" -goethe

postcard of the month

(mailham delivering postcarp)
i bought a sweet itty bitty little calendar. Beneath the tidy grid of days is a postcard, perforated to be torn away and sent. One per month.
I am totally doing it.
Merry Christmas, everyone, sorry to ruin the surprise.
PS. How does one go about perforating? perhaps it is like a paper cutter only with pointy teeth...