Here's and Theres and Drown a Bitch

Here is a quick throw down of isolated shit to dump off so I can move onto other things, of which are many. My story backlog is reaching a level of frown that I need to de-stack piece by piece until it's a more organized library, so to speak. Keeping all the things I want to talk about wrapped in my head does nothing but clutter the pile and leave me speaking in nonsensical sentences.

That said, not that any of these photos are the "dump off" I claim, I've just wanted to share them for a while. I think they are a gorgeous peek into the charmed Morgan world.

For valentine's day, since I had nothing to offer Mr. Morgan (and I DO have something... it's just not arrived, tardy fuckers) I made the dogs do a photo shoot for Dad. Ok, for mom. Alas my appealing and well trained beasts doing their best to tell dad how much they love him........


What dis?
Oh, it's a wearable?? Okay.

And me sigh. I won't even claim to try and say that seksi was a goal. I look tired because I AM tired. Poofy, because I am poofy and too give-a-fucky to reach for makeup. The salmon robe was my valentine gift and didn't even have the tags off before I was jolting through the house in it's warmy love. So ya, I look like piss but I look like happy piss. No faking that I love you in my eyes.

But then it was Simon's Birthday!!! I don't really know for certain, but based on the fact that Leedy Beat moved out when she was roughly eleven, and he was 1 year younger.... I've fed this little spy bastard for over a decade. We've had headaches, toothaches, tears, cheers and most recently the anal glands to celebrate over our time together. He makes me very angry, more often than he should but mostly because he's gone old on me and I'm scared to fucking pieces of the demise. Who thinks like that when the kid is staring at you right? I do. I don't know how I will ... well, later for that. So I threw his ass a party. Ghetto party with yank hats? YES SIR!

Birthday Boy, scorned.

I did however give proper birthday eats. Simon likes the Ceasar soft food. Who wouldn't, it pictures a happy dog with a happy mouth and smells like things he doesn't get everyday. Simple party, but I acknowledged my WeeMan for living another year and he kinda did the same for me a few days after.

New art, new wall portion. The photo once again is fairly piss poo, but enlarge to see (hopefully) greater detail. The man is in fact drowning at the bottom, it was not planned. It happened as a facet of my temper, the temper flarer not worth my time to even give credit to. Oh, the peacock feathers are not my art, they are real and very lovely. For the feet, of course they look cartoony, I CAN draw real feet. Not as good as I draw a boob probably but... the whole thing except for the sudden drowning, is intentional. Needs stronger borders but out of sharpies. /fist shake.

Ok whew, one thing off my mental pile. Next shall come the customer service greedy consumer rant, and a few more experiences that are still entertaining me. Have you ever been front row to a complete meltdown that you had no control over nor no personal participation in, yet were held hostage to it's time-slowing breakdown of "oh my god am I gonna live? Should I laugh? Do I begin the floor bound army crawl towards the nearest exit?"

Go figure, I had one of those exact moments this last week and will be glad to share. Comment me guys, feeling a tad chilly here all by myself.

- DM