More appologies

I am still attempting to get my schedule in some semblance of order so that I can not only find time to work on MQC, but also move back into my apartment so I actually *can* work on MQC.

At the moment, I'm sitting at my parents' kitchen table, surrounded by forms, invitation forms, pieces of food, and sewing supplies.

(And, just to make things more interesting, my little sister is getting married in 3 months. I have a feeling the summer may be a wash as far as regular updates are concerned.)

I do hope you will forgive this hiatus. Please check back regularly, in case I manage to get an actual comic up.

Chapter 7, Page 38 Mental association meltdown.

Where does Mary get these ideas? Who knows. I haven't really figured out how my brain works, either. And what nutcase thought of using Popeye to promote spinach? As if the canned stuff wasn't gross enough, you're telling kids they can be just like this seriously deformed sailor by eating the stuff. Eeeeeeew.

More delays. So sorry.

First Monday's strip ends up posted on Tuesday and now there's no Wednesday post? Sorry.

There's a bit of drama on my end involving my rabbit and an apartment management that doesn't like him being there smelling the place up. Never mind that everyone who actually lives here loves the little ball of fur.

I'm going to try to keep my rabbit and the roof that's currently over my head. Hopefully without falling too far behind on my other obligations.

Chapter 7, Page 37 Maybe?

Yeah. I know. It's Tuesday. Not Monday. I'm a day late. There have been... extenuating circumstances.

Anyway, forward with Mary's discomfort and mounting embarrassment. Mom really should get frustration pay. She should get paid, period.

Chapter 7, Page 36 Not flu.

Heh. I managed to get a contemporary reference into one of these. I didn't think I'd be able to pull that off.

There are things I really hate about growing up. Especially as a human. Animals don't have to go through this!

Chapter 7, Page 35 Gottago!

Mary's sick, I'm sick. Well, Mary's problem is a little different than what was bothering me all last week. Ah. I think I'm just going to let you find out for yourselves. It's going to be painfully obvious rather soon, anyway.

I'd explain the delay, but...

Between finals, an annual apartment inspection, and some health concerns you really don't want details on, I just don't see me getting today's strip up today. In fact, I was working on it and things started to smudge. Not a good sign.

So I'll shoot for Wednesday.