Wife Verses Husband

If you think that sweater looks big on me, it's only because I've lost some weight recently.

Stranger Danger

I suppose I should be impressed at the guy's ability to manage his zipper and buttons with one hand. Unless he did the shoulder-cradle thing.

I really have to stop thinking about this.

Bartlett's Familial Quotations

I figure before too long, we won't need to invent any original conversation or dialogue in our house of any kind, which will be SUCH a timesaver.

And the Award for Awful Best Picture Goes To...

Weirdly, as I was posting this, I found myself idly staring at it, quietly thanking the Academy for providing me with this award as fodder for my blog, then realizing how grateful I am to my family for allowing me to take time out every day to draw and post these things, and then even more realizing how much I appreciate all of you for coming to my blog to look at these pictures all the time--anyway, I was just running through this list of things to be thankful for when all of a sudden this loud orchestra music started playing and I found myself politely guided off this page...

Life Sentences

Incidentally, I am indeed aware that my wife's line in Panel #1 is a loose paraphrase of one of Billy Crystal's lines from When Harry Met Sally.

Things We Learn Through Experience

The more I look at it, the more I think my handwriting is the sort one usually associates with ransom notes.  Or messages that bleed through the wallpaper in haunted houses.

Pavlov 2.0

Not sure why this one came out quite as fuzzy as it did. 

For those playing at home, the small print says:

PANEL 1 - Wife makes toast. I fry eggs, Daughter stirs cocoa. Other daughter serves fruit.

PANEL 2 - Autobun, spatula, spoon.

I'm now seriously thinking about writing a toddler's board book called, "Autobun, Spatula, Spoon."  Four of the pages in the board book will consist of the lines from Panel 1.  I will make a gajillion dollars.

The Lost Fart of Ancient Egypt

Because sometimes, all you can come up with is a poop joke.

(with thanks again to DragoArt.com)

Indifferent Strokes

Not sure what sort of mad topological configuration our bed occupies in spacetime, but I seem to have drawn said anomaly with astonishing accuracy.

In Space, No One Can Hear You Leave...