Apparently when Jenn has had enough… she makes it known.
My jokes are always funny. Especially when I text them. Funny to me anyway.
No, she doesn’t have hearing problems. I think she just over-thinks everything… like her Daddy.
…along with poorly dressed, graying and totally un-cool! Can we work on this people?
I love seeing those kindely old folks on my way in and out of Walmart. Most of them are hardly creepy at all as they put stickers on my children.
But I can’t help but wonder what it would look like if their true purpose (to fight crime) was needed. What instant transformations would we see as hundreds of hours of top-secret-walton training kicked in?
Behold! A new short-series! Hope you enjoy my random observations.
Jenna went to work with me this morning. I told her no… but she kept at it. I think Daddies are allowed to be pushovers once in a while. On the way to work she said, “You know why I wanted to go with you? Because I love you and I would miss you.”
Yeah… I’m proud to be a pushover.
Jenna, my four year old daughter, sat down today and decided she wanted to draw a comic like Daddy. Who was I to deny her? I handed her a strip and a pencil and let her go to work. The first thing she drew as the panels… you might notice them in there dividing the three characters. The script is all her’s as well.
She just assumed that I would put it on my “website” and so here it is. I’m proud… can you tell?
Yesterday was The Boy’s first birthday… and on that day, he started dancing. Before that day he was so indifferent to music. But when he dinged “1” he suddenly got moves. Well, move.
Happy Birthday Dunder!
This marks the first comic where I wrote out all the text by hand (short of the title text). I hate my own handwriting, but if I never start, I’ll never get any better.