I was drawing comics about making pancakes and drew Obby naked. I asked him how much I was allowed to show in the comic and he said he didn’t care. I said “no really, some day your mother is going to read this. Keep that in mind when you say you don’t care.”
Uncles all over the world seem to have the same off sense of humor.
We never did get around to buying any Churros. I’m going to have to go down to Atlanta’s Buford Highway Farmers Market and get me some fried goodness.
We went to Miami for Thanksgiving to visit Obby’s family. His mother speaks some English but her limited vocabulary doesn’t stop her from communicating. I couldn’t keep up with this woman’s energy. I would only catch one or two Spanish words that I recognized and the rest turned into a hundred mile an hour blurred dialogue. It was awesome.