A case of the strip writing itself.
Things are thawing out. When I was sitting around wondering what to do for a strip, though, the news story about the black lab named Velvet keeping stranded climbers warm got in my head and well, I drew what would happen if my puppy and I were in a similar situation.
I'm an aunt! I keep going around saying that today, but I fail to point out that I have no actual siblings. How amazing is that? HA! That must be some kid, eh? See, my cousin and I were both only children, and so you know, hell that, he ended up calling me his sister. I called him "cuz-brother" once, realized what that must make our parents sound like, and continued to use the title in the hopes someone would ask me WTH kind of family I had. No one ever asked, so I just told the story here. Just now. Hi!
Take 2 at that story: My cousin and his wife had a baby girl! Today! Whoo! Nan's now got two rather hot-looking great-granddaughters, and also three sexy great-grandbirds, and a load of fluffalicious great-grandcats.
This is how it's going to be, I can see it. I will swap baby stories with tales of how my cats jumped each other on the stairs. And OMG, did they ever tonight! The Fluffy One was two steps above his bro, and as he leaped over him, Slinky Bean grabbed him and they rolled around on the floor. So sexy. Rowr.
The Puppy ate ice! *ahem*
What? These are my baby stories.
I also had a weird dream that my uncle Bobby had a car seat strapped to himself with his granddaughter in it, and I won a trip to see Johnny Depp on some talk show, but I was busy dying my hair, so he came to my house dressed like Captain Jack and played with my dog, then he climbed out the window to avoid people. WTH?
It has to be the Sudafed clearing out of my head. Everything I've written today could be attributed to that. Really. You have no idea.
So I'll tell you: I totally crossed paths with an old remote control used by someone I rather considered to be a slob, and it was sticky. Five years after his death, his remote was still sticky. How can things still be sticky after all those years? It's not right. I'm over it now. I think. Although why am I still writing about it? OMG!