Well, that was a nice trip I had, and I do feel better, but it’s back to the leg chains at the drawing table once more. At least I got to try fried gator – it tastes kind of like popcorn chicken!
Mondo, you are the BEST romance coordinator and the WORST chaperone EVER!
New comic Thursday!
Edit: Make that Thursday EVENING. Forgot utterly about a party being held tonight in honor of the winners of the Bay Guardian Best of the Bay Awards . . . one of which was a local comics group I contribute to, hence the invitation!