Fatherhood

Okay, so I didn’t actually escape that last comment without being hit for it, it was just a two-parter.  Had you all worried that the violence was going to decrease around here, didn’t I?  Never fear; my mouth still inspires threats of beatings from all my friends and Stacy still owes me plenty.  ;P  As for her analogy up there, well, it was primarily intended as an explanation for men to understand the, uh… less than pleasant sensation, but I figure it’ll work for anyone who hasn’t already been through it.  If you can imagine what it would feel like then you’re probably squirming in your seat right now.

Stacy and I are still wearing our polar-opposite shirts from the last comic, because that’s what it means when it’s a two-part comic, dammit!  It means I get to be lazy!  Er, I mean… well, yeah, I get to be lazy, basically.  Regardless, the angry, glaring wolf and the bright and cheerful “technicolour’s revenge” shirts are still here.

Kia, on the other hand, has switched over to her other St Patty’s day outfit, this one a full set of shamrock-cover shirt, pants and socks, with a little headband-bow to round it out.  She’s got a lot of Irish in her, so she had to dress up all fancy for it!  (I, on the other hand, have no Irish and a lot of Scot, so I sure as hell wasn’t wearing green on March 17!  ;P )  And if you think it’s odd that the baby changes clothes more often than we do… you obviously haven’t had one of your own, yet.  😉