So can those go by UPS, or do they have to go freight? Because that is a lot of dicks.

Ah, yes, the glorious day when I quit the job with the racist, misogynistic, asshole boss*.

*Only to land in a job working for the bastard love child of Rain Man and Lumberg, but that’s a story for another day.

I was inspired as all get out! And I totally got the job! From which I ended up getting fired in 90 days! Because my boss was a complete and utter idiot! But now I have time to scan all the old drawings & hopefully get caught up on these posts! So all in all a net win! I DO NOT KNOW WHY I AM YELLING!

Some people have earthquake kits, or bug-out bags*. Me? I have Buggs holding hands, in case my day is crap.

*My personal bug-out bag would have buggs in, because that’s how I roll.

And no need to break the glass! Perfect, Buggs.

Thanks, Buggs! As it turns out, I should have just skipped it.

There are some days at work so crappy even catdogs can’t help, but hand-holding buggs in goggles and scarves will always help.

Oh, Buggs. I totally know that. The knowledge that you will always like to hold hands is the bedrock of my very existence.

Yeah, the first half of this year was pretty stressful for both of us.

Sadly, the second half isn’t doing much better, and in a lot of ways, it’s worse.

I’m hoping that, by the time you read this post, things have started looking up in the Bugg household. Fingers crossed!

Not in that creepy way, either.

Guys, beheadings make you happy — not me.

I do loves me some jumping buggs, though!

(Also, although we weren’t to know then, the new job turned out to be crap. Alas.)

True story: Our neighborhood grocery started carrying hard-shelled wasabi peanuts in bulk, and I ate so many of them over the course of about six months that I put on ten pounds. Those fuckers are addicting like whoa.

Pretzel sticks make excellent weapons! And you can eat them as a snack when the battle is over. Feature!

Yep, we are really that cute IRL.