This week managed to be pretty crappy by Wednesday afternoon.  In an attempt to cheer myself up, have a very silly, very fast little piece. Because if screamingly bright colors don’t get you, there’s nothing left but gin.

Prints are available, because prints are always available, and for all I know, this is your color scheme of choice. (It could happen…)

Here’s hoping that all our weeks improve…

  • reply Calabaza ,

    I’m a lurker, but I’ve been reading for a few years now. I love your sense of humour and your art (and writing, of course) and your stories have cheered me up several times when I was having a bad day. I want to repay the favour, but I don’t have any funny stories. How about a cool fact? In the Amazon there are floating meadows built of water plants that grow so thickly they have terrestrial plants living on and in them, and there are animals that live on them, too.

    • reply Alfred Lord Tennyson ,

      The sea otter (Enhydra lutris) is a marine mammal native to the coasts of the northern and eastern North Pacific Ocean. Adult sea otters typically weigh between 14 and 45 kg (30 to 100 lb), making them the heaviest members of the weasel family, but among the smallest marine mammals. Unlike most marine mammals, the sea otter’s primary form of insulation is an exceptionally thick coat of fur, the densest in the animal kingdom. Although it can walk on land, the sea otter lives mostly in the ocean.

      • reply Hawk ,

        I send big hugs to you, because that’s my favorite medicine for a bad week.

        And here’s my randomly weird fact: apparently March is spawning season (hatching season? swarming season?) for slugs. So my son and I have been counting the slugs wandering through our yard and across our driveway…over the last four mornings (we only count while waiting for the school bus) we’ve gotten up to a hundred and two. I’m not sure if slugs hibernate, or what, but Aaron is highly entertained by spinning all these theories about where the slugs came from and where they are going.

        This morning’s yarn was that the slugs are all going to converge on a blade of mythical proportions. I asked him what they were going to do with it. He looked at me and said, “They’re slugs, what do you think they’re going to do with a sword?”

        We’ve both read Digger, so I had an answer. “They’re going to make prophecies?”

        At which point we both broke up in giggles.

        • reply Otter ,

          The purple one keeps making me squee. 😀

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