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!