Well, besides a certain "gutter" issue, everything's been a little quiet on the home front. I have to get off my butt so I can, er, actually sit back down on it to draw an immense amount of entertaining strips for maybe one or two people to enjoy. So I thought I'd make this a quick little photo blog.

Here's Kristen the night of her dance:


Oh! My! Gosh! I mean, oh my gosh! What the hell am I going to do? I'm either going to drink myself stupid with worry, or I'm going to jail for beating on boys who look at her in a certain way, and seeing as any way is a certain way, it's open season on every freakin' male child in the whole freakin' world!

Oh my gosh!

So she went to this dance at the community centre with three of her friends, and she stayed the entire time. She only phoned when the dance was over because she thought her mom wasn't on the way yet. Thankfully we're not at that age yet where she phones to say she doesn't need to be picked up.

Oh my freakin' gosh!

I asked her if any boys asked her to dance, prepared to start my list of names to remember. She said one did, but that she said no to his request. I jokingly asked if he was ugly. She said yes, yes he was. Apparently he had braces, too. So either my baby has standards or she's a snob. Either way, she didn't dance with the kid.

Oh my, agh! Give it a rest, Derek.

We decided to take a Christmas photo for our cards this year. So I set the camera to take automatic pictures of this pose:


However, I guess we didn't realize it was taking pictures, so we just thought we were waiting for a very long time. Eventually, we all fell asleep from boredom:


Later, we roused from our slumber. Everyone seemed normal, but I was a little peckish:


Rylee didn't seem to mind as she was using her right brain at the time. Kristen, who I swore I mentioned was very beautiful before (OH MY FREAK-A-DEAKIN' GOSH!), was practicing her boy-repelling, and Michelle, er, um, Michelle was doing some sort of Willy Wonka impression. Don't ask me! It was her impression!