Conversation with my husband:
Me: “I don’t get why everyone is afraid of clowns. They’ve never bothered me.”
Him: “Because there’s something defective in you.”
Me: “No. False. And you know what? Someday if clowns try to take over the world? Guess who’s going to be in charge of the resistance? I am, motherfucker, because I’m not afraid of them.”
Him: “Wrong. They’ll kill you first because you trust them. They’ll say, ‘hey, come to the clown party,’ and you’ll say yes because you trust them. And then they kill you. *I* will lead the resistance movement because I hate clowns and don’t trust them. Not even a little bit.”
No one in my family will have an impromptu Bust A Move dance party with me in the driveway.
I’m sorry that I disappeared for awhile. I’ve been giving myself a summer vacation of sorts, and I rediscovered my love of logic puzzles (yes, as a matter of fact, I am that geeky), so I haven’t been drawing very much lately.
I might not be posting lunch bags daily like I was during the school year, but I intend to knock out 3-4 a week. :)