So, no comic today since Andy was busy doing Andy things. Something about picking up dog poop, mowing lawns and wishing on stars. Instead you guys are stuck with me and my well erm musings.
My mom left for Mexico on Thursday. As usual she left us to fend for ourselves. I guess it's no surprise to anyone that we suck at it. Andy wanted milk but we have no drinkable milk. He noticed that the one in our fridge was a expired but he didn't throw it out. I'm wondering why.
To those of you who doubt my Milton stories and think she may be a figment of my imagination, I have proof of her obsessive compulsiveness. That container on the floor next to the garbage can is a cake container she fished out of the dumpster. The dumpster that is outside of the building. In the parking lot!
Milton, saving the Earth one bacteria infested container at a time.
Found this event in the newspaper:
Anyone up for a Cornhole tournament?
I saw this truck when we were at the bank. I have no idea why there's a need for that pile of sand(?). Is it holding the lid of that thingamajig down? Wouldn't it scatter in the wind once the dude went faster than 20 mph? It just looks like a giant took a dump.
Tazz on his way to the groomer. He was high, because he needs to be tranqd so he doesn't make snacks of people's limbs, so he kept shaking his head all psychotic-like. He still hasn't come out of his daze.
My sister, Natalia and I went out for a girl's night out of sundaes and bookstores and this was what the sky looked like at 9pm. It looked awesome! And now you're jealous because my sky is cooler than your sky.
Andy just told me people tell him he looks like Ethan Hawke. I haven't decided how I feel about that.
On the one hand:
On the other hand:
... There was supposed to be a good looking picture of Ethan Hawke here but I couldn't find one...
And now I leave you with a picture of the perfect pizza: