I am so excited that my darling delicious friend Whitney will be arriving (gasp!) on Thursday! One day and fifteen minutes! This is going to be one extra fun time. I need a break, too. I need to sort out my head and gain some enlightenment.

Lately I've been saying things, kindly or innocently meant, and they've been taken the wrong way and blown entirely out of proportion, causing some argument or awkwardness or anger. Something I hardly notice saying will get someone riled, and I don't know what I'm doing wrong. I think I need to read some Buddhist literature, take a few days off, and learn the value of silence. A more humorous example of this thing that's been happening to mee is this, which happened today. I was calling a man named Ken about a DVD he ordered from the store, and when I called the number he gave us, a voice answered, "King Neptune."

I was a bit ruffled. I mean, usually people say "hello" or "this is Ken", et cetera. I've never heard someone say "King Neptune" as a greeting, and it threw me for a Froot Loop.

"Pardon?" I said, because I didn't think to say, "Greetings, your Majesty."

"King Neptune Carpet Cleaning," the guy said, and it was immediately clear. "This is Ken."

"Ken!" I said. "Okay, hi. See, I thought you were introducing yourself as King Neptune, which would have been a little weird." I giggled.

"Uh, I do introduce myself that way," he said angrily. "I'm a carpet cleaner."

Oh of course. Makes perfect sense that all carpet cleaners should call themselves King Neptune. Why didn't I see it before? Naturally you would get salty with me and treat me like a dunce for not realizing that you are both Ken and King Neptune. A thousand pardons.



Anyway, I'm off to paint henna on my hands for the first time. Wish me luck, sweehearts.

Happy Wednesday! Do please enjoy your cartoon.

Do You Have An ATM?


"Hi, is there an ATM in here?"

"Right behind you," I say for the hundredth time.

"Oh, hello," the customer says as they turn to see the big, tall, glowing ATM machine right in front of their face.

This happens five more times that day. Because people are completely insane. Is it ignorance? Laziness? The inability to find something that's right in front of them? Every single day, some schmoe -- maybe a schmoe who just walked in, maybe a schmoe who has been in the store for hours -- will ask, "Where's your ATM?"

I don't even waste my breath anymore. I just point. Right there. Right where you were just standing, staring at this mysterious shiny thing with buttons and big block letters spelling out "ATM" while you scratched yourself thinking, Gee, I wonder what that stands for. Oh well, I need to ask this girl to find me a money box.

I mean it. All day, every day.

"Do you have an ATM?"

"Hi, where is your ATM?"

"I was told you have an ATM but I can't find it."

"Howzit, I lookin for da kine."

It's right there, RIGHT THERE, you just looked at it two seconds ago! There is a sign, a big glowing sign that says ATM. The sign glows, IT GLOWS! You have to be completely vacant to simply not see such a thing.

But in ten minutes -- just watch -- someone will ask me again.

I'm all on my own tonight. Tuesday nights are always lonely because The Boyfriend DJs at a club in Chinatown, and usually spends the night at his own place instead of mine. Usually he calls me when he's through with his set and driving home for the night, and he tells me fun details like what song he started with and which one he ended with, what got a good reaction, who bugged him by requesting reggae all night. Tonight, however, I will not be getting such a phone call, because he left his phone at my place.

On a way cooler note, check out the brand new layout my journal so desperately needed. So very cool and fun. I loved this theme.


Happy Wednesday, my lovelies! I look forward to your reactions to this next batch of cartoons... I do so love making you laugh above all things. I give all credit for this idea to my sister.

No excuse, none at all. I just forgot what day it was. But hey, at least it's still Wednesday!

I'm excited about this one. This is the first appearance of my actual cactus, given to me a couple of years ago by my friend Charli. Hope you'll like it.

I've been slacking off on writing for a while. I used to write constantly, dozens of pages a day, I had at least eight stories going on at one time. When I moved to Hawaii I wrote less fiction and more personal essay. Since starting the comic up, I've been writing less and less. I'm trying to get back in the habit.

I've started up another journal, specifically for articles I'm writing on living in Hawaii, from the perspective of a white chick. It's called Haole If You Hear Me.

I'll be posting new writing as well as a few of the older things I've written on the subject of Hawaii and being in it, and hopefully it'll be interesting and funny.

haoleifyouhear (that's me) will be adding all of you to the friend's list, and of course you don't have to add me back, but hey, it's always there to be read.

Love you guys!

This toon is especially appropriate in light of yesterday's trip to Haunama Bay and the snorkeling and sunburning we did there. It was delicious and I am a little burned, but I've come to enjoy a mild sunburn. It makes your skin a little more sensitive, and it reminds you of being out in the sun, on the hot sand. Sue and my visiting auntie and myself spent the day snorkeling with exotic rainbow colored fish, then chilling out at the Byodo-In Buddhist temple and feeling birds that flew into our hands. It was well worth taking the day off at smelly, moldy, devoid-of-light Jelly's.

Another item added to the Snap Crackle Pop Store: a bitchin' tote bag, thanks to Erin's suggestion. It looks grand. Also, I took down my prices on some of the original t-shirts and the poster, out of both love for y'all and guilt for capitalism.

Hope all my sweeties are having a grand day, and if you're not, cheer up! Have a cartoon.

This one marks the beginning of my experiments with gray-toned Copic markers. I feel actually refreshed being able to add some different textures to this! The plain, flat black and white was killing me. I'm almost cringing looking back. Hopefully I'll become more skilled with these and be able to really spice up the scenes for you. As it is, please enjoy my clumsy first efforts.

I've been drawing feverishly lately, trying to get people interested in a website that isn't quite done yet, and even though that part is a little embarrassing, it seems like people are reacting well to the idea of a free cartoon designed for their laughing pleasure. I can't think of too many people who would find that offensive, but it does happen.

I drew a piece for a flyer I'd intended to pass out at a local comics convention, but I chickened out at the thought of hordes of anime-drunk supernerds (speaking as a supernerd myself, mind you) and am instead passing out mini prints of it at work and whatnot.

I'm really happy with this one. I've gotten more compliments on it than any other piece I've done yet, and it seems my coloring skills are not as poor as I'd given myself credit for.




Also, I did a small, random piece that turned out not to go to anything.




Some way cool news is that I finally added some new products to my Snap Crackle Pop Store!

There have been a lot of requests for black t-shirts, which I have provided with this new design, as well as some other fun stuff. The downside is that, with CafePress's base prices being so high as it is, I'm stiffing myself on money to have low prices in my shop and yet the prices are still higher than I'd like. Sorry kids, but I'm making it as low as I can. Even so, I love and appreciate the support.

There's a lot more to come once I figure out how to properly color in this computer program, or else I'll just do it all by hand. Let me know if you have any other ideas for me!

It would appear I have beaten the distraction goblins this week and am coming through with a more or less timely SCP update! Cookies all round!

This Friday is going to be an exciting one. In the afternoon, I'll be braving the hordes of be-costumed anime zealots at the Hawaii Convention Center to appear at the Kawaii-Kon, an annual anime convention, to promote my cartoon. I've been told that the way to get people to pay attention is to dress like Xena, Warrior Princess, but since I couldn't find a leather thong in time, they said something low cut would work just fine on the nerdy masses. I am not above exploiting myself for my cartoons. However, this is bound to be a scary experience. I'm putting new batteries in my camera.

On Friday evening, I'm going to an event held in honor of the 808 Scene Zine, a local publication which runs my comic. Since I'm a (very small) part of the zine, I'm sort of expected to go, an idea the editor reinforced by dropping off six free tickets for me at work, which some of my coworkers promptly lifted. I might have ducked out, except that the shindig is a 1920s and '30s theme, which I am all about in six different ways. I may also be promoting the toon here. But most importantly, in a polka dot rockabilly halter dress and cherry red lipstick. Za za za.


For all my favorite people, this week's cartoon. The website is still being built, so my main updates are still here until it's finished. Enjoy!


http://www.kit-fox.com/

Oh man. Again.

There's a good reason for my lateness this time, but you'd hardly believe it even if I did want to get into the specifics, which would take too long. Let's just say that my boyfriend has terrible luck, that towing companies are the scum of the earth, that cruel ex-wives are even worse, and that I sure do wish someone would step in and be nice.

It'll all work out. It's been an interesting couple of days.

Enjoy your very very late cartoons, kiddos! Sorry.



*sigh* I couldn't help giggling at this when I made it. I hope I'm not the only one.

I started to write something this afternoon, whining about something or other, and then just decided to stop and get done what I was putting off.

My fish tank needed cleaning.

My goldfish always seem to represent the state of my happiness. The tank is filthy. Reginald and Jing-Tei are valiantly trying to deal with it. I owe them a scrubbing, and in the time leading up to my deciding to do it, my head always gets messier and messier inside, the way your room looks when you're in the middle of cleaning it, piles of flotsam making little landscapes on the floor, uncovering old things that dredge up memories long packed up and stored away, and you want to save them all, touch them all again, but you have work to do. You have to clean your fish tank.

Today had downs -- like what the scale told me when I got up this morning, like the way mom was later that evening, like the way I miss my dad, like how money and mom and moving made me cry on Andrew's shoulder tonight -- and it had ups -- like the best game of Monopoly I've ever played, using Lily's Simpson's Treehouse of Horror Monopoly set which I played with herself and Andrew, like the way Andrew let me cry on his shoulder, like the relaxed feeling I got afterward while he played with my hair and told me the plot of Star Wars.

But most importantly of all, I got my fish tank clean. Here I am, airing my dirty laundry for you all. So to speak. It's not pretty at first, but going through the process is a beautiful thing, and will be maybe as therapeutic for you to watch as it was for me to do. Here's to spring cleaning.



( From Filth To Fabulous! Click to see more... )

Next I'm going to tackle the inside of my brain. It needs a good scrubaroo.

G'night, lovies.

I am a douche. I forgot. I was at The Boyfriend's last night, love was in the air....

Sorry kids. I'm updating from work, even though I shouldn't, and it's gonna have to be quick.

Love you guys! Enjoy!




http://www.kit-fox.com

Today has been an emotional crazyhouse, more downs than ups, and way too much stress for someone whose biggest worries are usually concerning drawing cartoons and not sitting in a pee-seat on the bus. Living with my mother, having barely enough money to get by even with help, my mother's occassional and not always unintentional rudeness to my boyfriend, the impending feeling that I will never be as good an artist as my heroes, the unwelcome prospect of possibly having to move to a town further from my sister to satisfy my mother's hatred of traffic or face living on my own or with the Boyfriend which -- considering a one-room apartment in Hawaii costs, at the very best, nine hundred dollars a month -- would mean my taking a second job and therefore having no more time for my cartoon... these are issues that have been pounding on my skull with giant hammers all day.

There were good things. My raise kicked in this week, and, as I found out today, the raise is a bit more than what I was told it would be, which means good news for my rumbling tummy. My wonderful boyfriend came to pick me up even though he said he couldn't, and he also bought me a collection of a fabulous Frank Cho comic strip that he said reminded him of mine (though I only wish) called Liberty Meadows. In spite of having a main female character that is perfect in every way with ridiculously large boobs and tiny waist and more or less modeled after Lynda Cater as Wonder Woman, it is a hilarious and beautifully drawn strip, right up there with Bone and Calvin & Hobbes, both of which he is clearly influenced by. I'm going to tuck into it once I finish this post, and possibly also one of those microwave soft pretzels that mum bought, very sweetly.

So please, my favorite people, help me out. I need to shift my focus. I need to concentrate on what's really important, rather than this petty stuff. Like trees. And the giant panda. And applesauce.

Send me photos, lists, stories, videos, of things you find wonderful, amazing, important, funny, soulful. A friend of mine, without any prompting, just sent me this incredible video of an elephant painting a self portrait. Hilarious, beautiful, emotional, even. Or maybe I'm a sap. But I want everyone to see it, and I want to see more.

Show me something great. Show me a photo of you, maybe. Put more happy out there, out here, where we need it.

Love you.

This update will be rather brief since I'm in the process of an animal rescue at the moment, and things are only just starting to calm down. If I say too much about it I'll only make myself and every decent person reading this very angry, so I'll only say that my downstairs neighbor is the prick of all time, I have rescued his ex-cat from someone else's yard, and she is now safe and on her way to the Humane Society first thing tomorrow.

What is it about horrible people who deserve never to keep an animal and always mistreat them when they do, that they keep on getting more animals? I left a note on his front door saying that if he ever has another animal again, I won't wait for something bad to happen before I report him.

The cat is safe, and she is lovely, but lonely at the moment, since I'm here writing instead of stroking her in my mother's bathroom where she's hiding out until morning. Everything is okay. I just hope karma delivers a righteous ass-whooping. Or I might have to do it myself.



In better, happier news, my website seems to be a success! Lots of people are visiting, and soon it will be fully functional with regular updates.

I wonder, and I'd like your input... should I stop updating the strip on the journal once the site is running fully? It would seem to distract from the site, which was my main goal, if I have it posted everywhere else. What's the general opinion?


Enjoy, and happy Wednesday!

THE OFFICIAL SNAP CRACKLE POP SITE HAS LAUNCHED!



http://www.kit-fox.com/



I am so excited about this. Now, not all the cartoons have been uploaded, this will be finished during next week, but most everything is up and running and ready for you to enjoy. Everything on this beautiful site has been put together by the delicious Sara modernhippy, and her work has been tireless and exquisite.

Check it out, tell me what you think.


We're all on our way to bigger things.

I love you, and I give you hugs and toons.


Please enjoy.






Yes, by the way, Warburton the Enforcer is named after Patrick Warburton, the voice actor and character actor with a big, lazy voice that I always pictured for this character. Finn is so cute when he's panicked.

Let's pick things up from yesterday's dreary post with a short little list.

Sitting: in my messy messy room, at my desk where Reggie and Jing-Tei are swimming around happily.

Craving: Donuts. Of course.

Listening to lately: Mindy Smith, a unique blend of country, blues and folk sung with a crystal clear voice. The Beatles, who I am loving more with each listen (Help in particular may be near to replacing Revolver as my favorite record). M.I.A., attitude-driven electronica with a London twist.

Reading: Too much! Fluke by Christopher Moore as well as the brilliant and insightful Stiff by Mary Roach, a book about dead bodies and all their adventures; also waiting to be started are Christopher Moore's Practical Demonkeeping, a personal favorite, The Tao of Pooh, a book relating Winnie the Pooh to Taoist principles, and a book whose title I can't just recall now which is composed of a series of articles about shocking things people have done in public libraries.

Watching: Samurai Jack (why did no one tell me before how brilliant it is?), The Venture Brothers (why has no one else told you how brilliant it is?), My Name Is Earl (go see it now).

Disappointed in: Lauryn Hill's so-called new album, which is just a remix album of all her old songs, only they're not really that remixed, they sound more or less the same, and she put two different versions of the same song right next to each other, a major musical no-no. Come on, Lauryn, it's been ten years, ten, since your record came out, and this is all you can give us? We miss you, you've got talent, use it. Also disappointed in the recent news (or, recent to me) that Aaron McGruder has left the scene of comic strips right when we needed him the most. His outrageously political and pissed-off revolutionary comic strip The Boondocks was a raised fist of fury for all those sick of the system and willing to laugh at it. Obsessed with his own importance and controversy, so it seems, McGruder's newest collection is, while funny as ever, seemingly self-congratulating and more depressingly cynical than ever. We need more intelligent cartoonists, especially now.

Excited Because: The website is coming. The website is coming.

Thoughts are with: Whitney my pear, Sara my peach, panda bears and polar bears, and that poor little f-ed up John Mayer.

I Love: Too many of you to name, but you know who you are. Come snuggle in bed with me.

I'm going to get in bed and think about comics.

I felt grumpy and dissatisfied all day today. I thought it was the Boyfriend I was dissatisfied with, because he was there, and that is often what girlfriends think. We drove home in near silence while I tried to convince myself to buck up and he tried to figure out why I wasn't talking. Back at my house I changed into pajamas and washed my face, hoping that would change my attitude. I blamed myself for feeling unhappy, because as I often remind myself, there is nothing for someone as privileged as myself to be grumpy about and it's so easy to decide to get in a better mood, that I always try to do that first. But this time it wasn't working.

I laid down next to him on my bed and talked about how sometimes when a person has an off day, they project this bad attitude which fills the people around them with the same feeling, so either they get grumpy too or they walk on eggshells to avoid a fight. Because I thought that was it.

He hugged me close and said it was all right, and he was glad I was talking to him because it scared him when I didn't. That's when I started crying. Because it wasn't this, this petty relationship stuff, that was driving out my crazies. It was big things, the world, the murders and beatings, the war that no one will end even though they can, the trees that are dying, the oceans that are dying, the hatred and the disease, the political figures all over the world who do not belong in power but will do anything to stay there and continue hurting people, the rich people who get richer, the poor people who get poorer, the bad things that happen to good people, as well as the good things that happen to bad people.

"I feel like everything is wrong," I said, starting to cry hard. "No one is changing it. Everything is messed up and no one is going to stop it. God, it hurts. No one wants to stop it."

I told him I've been distracting myself, even unconsciously, from all these horrible things that are happening, telling myself I'm just in a mood, changing the channel, anything, and it builds and builds and gets worse. As I was pressed to his chest and crying harder than I have in years, all these faces came up, women in cloths, babies, men in suits, and I was sad for them all, I was heartbroken for them all. I was shocked at myself. As talented as we have become at distancing ourselves from tragedy, we should be able to shake it off permanently. It just caught up with me.

"I love you," he said. Then he told me about good things that were happening in Africa, the UN including the dreaded Bush, forgiving billions of dollars of debt and starting programs for aid, more than anyone has done for Africa in many years, maybe ever. And he told me he was there for me, and was delighted that I would let him hold onto me while I soaked his shirt.

After crying your face feels tighter and your head throbs, but it's a good feeling, it's a feeling of release. The dirty feeling I had been building up was washed away, and now I can see that things may be getting better, slowly. And if not, we have each other, people who love us, people who will not flinch if your nose runs on their sleeve and will squeeze you even tighter if it happens.

We as people will never stop doing that. At least we have that.


I'm going to cook. That's another thing we all have.

I miss you guys. I feel like I lost you. Come baaaaack! I'll be good!

Friday, March 21 is the impending interview with the lovely Danette of the local reader's blog (for which I will produce a link as soon as I remember where I put the bloody thing...), which will be the first ever interview I've attended that didn't concern what uniform or nametag I was about to wear until I couldn't take it anymore. This time, someone wants to know about my comic. Which is way cool.

Another demonic update. Come say hi, kangaroos, tell me about your day. And enjoy your Wednesday comic, hot and fresh for you.



Demons + kittens + catatonic trances = good clean fun.

Usually, I want kids right away. I want about six or eight of them, right now, totally ready, no problem, pile 'em on, send me the crib lizards, it's time. I love kids, I love hanging with them, chatting with them, telling them stories. Kids are grand, and I'm well trained in looking after them.

However, a while ago, I experienced a day, maybe a few days, where I just wasn't feeling it. I'm not ready to give up being the center of attention. I'm not done being taken care of by others. I'm still a kid.

I drew this.





I'll do a short one:

* watching dogs chew
* soft cotton dresses that make me look skinnier
* ketchup
* sand in my hair
* mild sunburn
* the way The Boyfriend gets so excited over making me a mixed CD that he re-does the song order and the cover art, like, six times
* Dan Akroyd's unlikely but potent hotness
* experiments with lime chicken and pineapple
* tiny fat birds that hop
* Dad's pictures of the Ohio blizzard
* bagpipes and kilts
* phone calls from himself
* the "Art of Bone" book my dad just sent me secretly, which is far too awesome for me to explain to you (thanks, Pop!)
* Suki high on catnip
* selling EVERY SINGLE ONE of the Snap Crackle Pop booklets at Jelly's
* the dirty guilty satisfying rock of AC/DC
* driving and shopping with Lily before work
* my mom's banana bread. Holy macaroni.
* my new DVD from Amazon, the amazing and barely-in-print Dr. Suess double feature, the Lorax and the little known but still awesome Pontoffel Pock and his magic piano! Y'all gotta see this shit.
* Whitney, Sara, Liz, Jen, Ashley, Mo, Juliet, Becca Lee... to name a few. And Lily of course.


Love you all!

O'ahu No Ka Oi (O'ahu Is The Best): This was a good day. I'm still buzzing from it, having only just washed off the whole beach full of sand stuck to me, now fresh-scrubbed and sitting at the table munching leftover pineapple.

For the first time, my day off coincided with both Lily's and The Boyfriend's day off (perhaps a contrivance of them each) and I jumped on the chance for us all to be together. The Boyfriend had made me another of his fantastic mixed CDs, this one mostly to show off both The Who and a group called Faces, which he wanted me to hear because he counts them as The Black Crowes' biggest influence. We listened to it on the way to Lily's house with our beach gear in the back seat, and then snagged Lily and shoved her in with it.

We went to Haleiwa, the amazing and culturally confused little North Shore town, to go to a restaurant The Boyfriend knew. Haleiwa is confused because half of it is made up of cool, fascinating, one-of-a-kind stores and restaurants that are well loved by locals, and the other half is geared toward tourists, kitschy, boring, super-white, with a lot of unnecessary aloha-ness. The place The Boyfriend took us to had, as all Mexican restaurants should, a family of chickens running around outside it. After lunch we went to Waimea.

Waimea is my favorite beach. It isn't the most beautiful like Barber's Point, and it doesn't have the calmest swimming like Ko Olina's Ulua lagoon, it doesn't have the most exotic marine life like Haunama Bay, or the best surfing like the Banzai Pipeline. I like it because it is simply what I think a beach ought to be: soft sand, no rocks, a deep dropoff and sometimes -- like today -- some killer waves.

Bodysurfing is one of my favorite activities for spiritual renewal. Bored? Confused? Heartbroken? Slave to routine? An afternoon diving your way through twelve foot waves with breakneck force and potential to kill will make all that seem petty. Half the fun is watching other people. They dive into the waves, they get rolled, they scream and laugh and shout instructions to one another, sometimes they act like a lolo and turn their back on the ocean, then you get to watch them get swept completely off their feet. It's refreshing and brilliant watching us -- and here you can say us because there is a real unity, simple, unspoken, grateful for the lives we are collectively risking -- really play with the ocean. And the ocean wants to be played with.

Lily refused to go in, and advised me not to do so, for her sake. The Boyfriend echoed her advice but asked that, if I should drown, I leave him my Bone comics. I jumped in.

Ashley Bliss, as well as my sister, has been bringing up the concept of what heals. What is it that makes our bodies and our hearts and our souls and our minds feel better when they need it? What mends the cuts and breaks, physical or otherwise, that we collect through life? We use medicine, touching, food, music, books, pals, goldfish, voodoo. And sometimes I use gigantic crushing waves that pound me into the bottom of the sand then suck me back out to sea only to roll me and kick my ass again. It's dangerous and it's scary, and you get salt water up your nose and in your eyes, and you have three seconds between the time you see the wave rising and the time it hits to decide how you want to enter it, and choosing wrong can have you eating sand. The whole experience feels great.

The Boyfriend came with me for a while, once the ocean had calmed itself temporarily, and we rode a few small waves until the bigger ones came back, at which point he took off.

The waves were the biggest I had ever been in. They were petrifying, large, powerful, and I hit the curl wrong and ate it a few times. I struggled to stay on top of the wave -- the place where you can ride it like a rollercoaster all the way to the shore, harmless and exciting -- but I kept rolling too far beneath it and getting swept. Once I was pounded so hard into the sand that I thought the tiny grains had cut into my thigh and would leave little scratches behind. A huge wave was building and I heard someone shouting, "Go under, go under!" and I saw how I had to hit it: just into the tip of the wave, right beneath the curl, I'd dive in and it would propel me toward the top of the wave where I could ride it.

I love Hawaii.

I got out when the seawater in my eyes got to be too much, and I flopped down on a towel next to Lily and The Boyfriend where they were happily sunning themselves (and where Lily had stolen my new book, which I hadn't even started yet, the wench). I had, seriously, about two pounds of sand in my swimsuit. After I shimmied out of it we drove Lily home, listening to the mix and grooving in the car (which occasionally required me to steer while The Boyfriend played air drums).

At the apartment, he and I made lime chicken with pineapple and rice, shagged, then parted ways so he could get up early for work tomorrow.

I'm out of the bath, munching leftovers and talking to you. Today was a great day.

How was yours?

This has been a really wild couple of weeks for me... vacation with Dad was jam-packed full of adventures, then immediately after Dad left, The Boyfriend's four year old daughter arrived and spent the week here, herself and her father crashing at my apartment where we took turns looking after her and going to work. She woke up at the buttcrack of dawn every morning and rocketed around top speed until eight thirty or so. I haven't quite had time to do or feel or think much of anything. I guess it must be relaxing to be so busy you have a break from emotions, but between work, Boyfriend and a four year old, I couldn't quite tell you what relaxing is.

Today was her last day and the world is slowly turning back to normal. It's odd, though... for a little while it felt almost like having a little family.

Yikes.

I love you guys. I don't say it enough, but I do. Every one. I'll make up for my serious lack of correspondence lately. A huge long hug goes out to all the sisters, you know who you are.



Happy Wednesday, kangaroos! Again, I have the unique pleasure of introducing someone new. It's always interesting to see how you'll react. Please enjoy!