Saturday, September 10, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Well, I was passing by a drainage ditch yesterday and, much to my surprise, my old friend, Rex Tarkleton, was laying about in the muck gazing at the sky. I asked him what he was doing and he replied, "The backstroke, ya idiot." After helping him out of the grimy pit and lighting his dampened smoke, I agreed to buy this new strip from him. As we parted ways, I wished him a Happy Labor Day, to which he retorted, "Labor Day? You ain't never had a hard day o' work in yer life!" and completed the good tiding with a few gestures and colorful adjectives. I'd like to say it was good to see him and wonder how he ended up in Rhode Island, but these questions will have to be answered on our next chance meeting. Welcome back, Rex.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Wishing Oliver and young Samuel the best fourth and first birthdays ever, respectively. I'm looking forward to the pirate themed party later today. And cake. Uncle B is a sucker for cake.
The image above was this year's t-shirt, last year's is here. Photos taken by Nell added below.
You know you've made it when your art adorns a onesie.
Cap'n Oliver the Short, terror of the backyard.
First Mate Sammy, pillager of cake.