Fatherhood

The bladder is officially the first battlefield in the mother-daughter conflict.  “Official” meaning “according to me,” of course.  Regardless, it’s been an on-going fight since early in the first trimester (that’s right, kids, the bladder-battle starts early!), and, naturally, I’ve been teasing her about it the whole time.  That’s my job; it’s what I do.

My shirt says “I’m making this up as I go along.  :)”  This has been my motto for many, many years, though never so true as it is now.  Seriously, I have no idea what the hell I’m doing.  It even says so in the title banner.

Stacy wearing one of the tie-dye shirts.  She’s got two that are pretty much identical.  Which isn’t to say that this is a different one from what appeared in strip 011, though maybe it is and you just have to stare at it long enough to see—hey!  Stop staring at my wife!  Talk about rude.