I saw something nasty in the woodshed.

Someone in this house likes to put the Triscuits back when there are only two crackers left. I think it might be me.

Just saw a policeman driving while talking on his cellphone.

Three straight days of headaches. Thank Novartis for Excedrin.

The painting is almost done! Just the slime to go. I might make Man Years a series with different themes. This one is Bayou.

Not enough sleep for my brains. I think they might leave me for a better place.

I finished a small painting. Now I’m trying to decide if it’s sellable. Wait, is that a word?

Does anyone really eat only one packet of oatmeal? Who picks these serving sizes? I’m not six years old. I need more!

Another side effect of leaving doors wide open? A million tiny bugs fluttering around your monitor as you try to watch Rings On Her Finger.