Overheard at the rec center.
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I had straight hair until I was 26 when it decided to be curly. But by then, the comic persona had been running for five years. I haven’t decided if I’m changing her hair or not.
Yup, you get a totally different body after pregnancy. Shit changes.
When you wonder why your shirts are falling apart and you realize you’re outliving them and you need to go find replacements. It’s one of these shirts.
In the long ago before times when you had to stop to ask for directions and actually know street names so you could give them.
The machine turned sideways, which was disconcerting, but the only pain was my arm falling asleep while it was at an awkward angle.
This is a recent comic where the kids comics have a two year delay. So there’s some inconsistency in that I’m still nursing in the comic but go in for a Mammogram. Don’t bring logic into this plot line!
Artist alley is now alleys of grid wall and banners and towering curtains of art prints. It used to be a flat expanse of tables and you could see to both walls of the convention center. It used to be the Artist Prairies.
We didn’t have car seats and you weren’t supposed to be in the house during daylight. But our parents didn’t stand around while we played outside. We would also ride on the hood of the car on the way down the half mile driveway. Country living. We got machete’s for Christmas.
Youth is not all it’s cracked up to be.
