
This is another update of an older cartoon. This one ran in the New Era many years ago, however, I still think it's funny!

This ran in last week's Meridian Magazine. There was a little snafu this week, and they ran one of Arie's cartoons instead of mine -- but it was probably funnier anyway!
One of the best things about girls' camp is hearing the stories that the Young Women tell afterward. They aren't quite as gross and disgusting as some of the stories from Scout camp, but they're right up there -- although they always wind up on a spiritual note!
When my son was little (like maybe two years old), he wanted to wear a "real" tie, not one of those clip-on things. And not just any tie; it had to be the Looney Toons tie. I tied it as small as I could. The knot was as wide as his neck, the tip almost as wide as his tummy. But, hey, he was a big boy now, wearing a big tie like his dad and his brothers!
One of the best things about working on this project was the variety of places to eat. Most of these places are gone or replaced now, but it was one of the more enjoyable projects to work on.
Making the adjustment back to normal life after coming back from a mission can be a challenge. First you have to get used to not having a companion with you 24/7. Then you have to get used to going around in civilian clothes -- without a name badge!
Graduation was last night, and just a few more days left of school for everyone else. There are many students the faculty and staff are happy to see move on, and there are many students the faculty and staff are happy to see move on!
This is another of the "reworked" series. The original is here. Which do you like better?
It's that time of year when college kids come home to roost and high school kids enjoy a few weeks of freedom before they, too, get pulled into the vortex.
The putting/driving combo offers up lots of possibilities, but most are variations on a theme. This liked that this one was just a little bit different, but not really different enough to pursue.

One day as my companion and I were walking down the street in Busan, South Korea, we suddenly saw a solid wall of rain headed right toward us. We watched it approach, as it devoured the dry pavement as if it were some special effect. For us there was nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. In an instant we were soaked to the marrow.