Caution
Art imitating life here. No, I did NOT trip over a caution sign at my local coffee haunt… but I came close. No coffee was harmed in the making of this cartoon.
Art imitating life here. No, I did NOT trip over a caution sign at my local coffee haunt… but I came close. No coffee was harmed in the making of this cartoon.
Having a crush on a Barrista may be hazzardous to your health!
How many times has she fallen for Tim?
errr… Have a nice Fall, Randie!
Pete,
Let me be the first to groan.
Hazy fogs with lots of floating hearts can sure obscure many of life’s wayward obstacles…and lead to your inevitable Ka-booms. This includes, but is not limited to, acting foolish in front of folks who have absolutely no clue as to what you’re doing, nor interest in bothering to find out…which, in turn, leads to their inevitable rolling eyeballs, snickers, and/or vacant gazes.
I’ll join in… groan.
It seems like…in my past, if I was interested in someone, any sort of charm or suave demeanor I had went right out the window and what was left was brain mush. I’d say something stupid or gab uncontrollably about some nonsense-ical thing.
It’s official: Randie is the new ‘Spill’.
Which makes Spill the new…’Twinkie’?
…which makes Twinkie the new Grace.
…which makes Grace the new Max.
…which makes Max the new Randie???
Cue the Twilight Zone theme, stick.
E/O… Ha, thanks for that. I was thinking of ‘6 degrees of Kevin Bacon’ when I wrote it.
GAH!
A woman after my own heart…..