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Was a really, really good day.
Ironclad debuted and everyone that counts loves it. Tom Spurgeon namechecked Lisa and I at The Comics Reporter!
Soap came from De at Soapy Hollow.
Girl had me highlight her hair last night, it turned out really good and it was a hit at school today.
I had to call her math teacher, but that did not harsh my mellow, even though her teacher like Dr. Phil. (I think that's her only flaw.)
I got the dishes done.
Boy's teacher called to let me know he was having a very good day because he felt bad that he had to call twice last week because Boy had two Not So Good days last week.
Boy played outside and did not turn the inside into a huge mess after. This time. (King and I had to clean last time's mud mess yesterday, and it took 90 minutes. It was so gnarly we put it off for three days. King helped because I insulted his Kingliness by starting without him.) He wore his sunglasses into the tub. There he was, bubbles to the top of the tub, and cool shades on.
I talked to Rachel Hartman today, and it was AWESOME. It's the first time we've talked to each other in over two years. (It's easy for this to happen, what with email and blogs.) She's doing a Mad Bun story on GirlaMatic.com! She was gonna do it at site launch, but was overtaken by the pleasant work of raising a prodigy named Byron. I didn't realize how much I missed Rachel's comicking until it came back!
King took boy to Wally and got some groceries and got Boy three shirts. King was so proud of himself for his shopping prowess.
Girl and I did homework in my bedroom. I was laying on my side, which make my stomach ache, so I flopped on my back. Girl asked why I didn't lay on my stomach if it hurt. I pointed to my chest and said, "I'd love to, but Bert and Ernie get in the way." She asked if I really called my boobs that. No, I do not. I do not name my body parts, which made me express a pet man-related caution to her: "Never ever bother with a boy or man who has nicknamed his privates. If he has, he already has a best friend, and it will never ever be you." Girl laughed, but added that it would be nice if things stayed in my head sometimes.
I didn't get to the beer, but it is ice cream time! New York Super Fudge Chunk!
I got an email from a big comic site asking if I want to write a weekly column. The suggested title for the column is as cheeky as a Ms. Thong contest! I'm not sure what I want to write about, comics-wise. I'm open to input! What do you want to know?
Also open for input: saddest name a person, male or female, has ever given their parts. C'mon, we've all known one!
Ironclad debuted and everyone that counts loves it. Tom Spurgeon namechecked Lisa and I at The Comics Reporter!
Soap came from De at Soapy Hollow.
Girl had me highlight her hair last night, it turned out really good and it was a hit at school today.
I had to call her math teacher, but that did not harsh my mellow, even though her teacher like Dr. Phil. (I think that's her only flaw.)
I got the dishes done.
Boy's teacher called to let me know he was having a very good day because he felt bad that he had to call twice last week because Boy had two Not So Good days last week.
Boy played outside and did not turn the inside into a huge mess after. This time. (King and I had to clean last time's mud mess yesterday, and it took 90 minutes. It was so gnarly we put it off for three days. King helped because I insulted his Kingliness by starting without him.) He wore his sunglasses into the tub. There he was, bubbles to the top of the tub, and cool shades on.
I talked to Rachel Hartman today, and it was AWESOME. It's the first time we've talked to each other in over two years. (It's easy for this to happen, what with email and blogs.) She's doing a Mad Bun story on GirlaMatic.com! She was gonna do it at site launch, but was overtaken by the pleasant work of raising a prodigy named Byron. I didn't realize how much I missed Rachel's comicking until it came back!
King took boy to Wally and got some groceries and got Boy three shirts. King was so proud of himself for his shopping prowess.
Girl and I did homework in my bedroom. I was laying on my side, which make my stomach ache, so I flopped on my back. Girl asked why I didn't lay on my stomach if it hurt. I pointed to my chest and said, "I'd love to, but Bert and Ernie get in the way." She asked if I really called my boobs that. No, I do not. I do not name my body parts, which made me express a pet man-related caution to her: "Never ever bother with a boy or man who has nicknamed his privates. If he has, he already has a best friend, and it will never ever be you." Girl laughed, but added that it would be nice if things stayed in my head sometimes.
I didn't get to the beer, but it is ice cream time! New York Super Fudge Chunk!
I got an email from a big comic site asking if I want to write a weekly column. The suggested title for the column is as cheeky as a Ms. Thong contest! I'm not sure what I want to write about, comics-wise. I'm open to input! What do you want to know?
Also open for input: saddest name a person, male or female, has ever given their parts. C'mon, we've all known one!
