It’s been a week. A long, frustrating, draining, emotions-running-around-in-circles, week. A week where you could stand on a cliffside and scream into the void whilst confusing some mermaids.
Based off of a true story where a random hot dog showed up on our front lawn. Still have no idea how it got there. Maybe someone WAS having a hot dog throwing competition. We may never know.
Truthfully, Quincy doesn’t need to be anything more than just Quincy. Because he’s Quincy. Who apparently has a backwards hand that I didn’t notice until it was too late. Whoops.
Here we are, folks. At the end of another year. Soon, 2021 will be in the rearview mirror – or in some places around the world, it’s already gone. I have no idea where this year went. Time did that fun thing where it would speed up, slow down, warp around itself until you forgot… Continue reading Doodcember, Days 29, 30, and 31 – Magic, Train, and Classic
Festive, maybe. Cornea-melting and likely to get everywhere, definitely.
It’s as if you can literally feel the oncoming sugar rush and cavities!
I mean, sure we don’t use ribbons for every single present – or even at all – but it’d still be nice to know where it all disappears to…
Pretty sure Eliza’s just making it up as they go along. Kind of like Calvinball.
Doesn’t matter what it is about Christmas. It could be baking sugar cookies, singing carols, or wearing the tackiest Christmas sweater imaginable – Jeff is bound and determined to come out on top.
Once again, Quincy’s biology doesn’t always make sense. And he considers himself super lucky to be where he is now – with friends who love him and accept him for who he is. Gets him all verklempt, especially when he thinks about where he was.