Dana, you’re the bomb. Photos here.
And with that, I’m going on vacation through August 9th. See you then!
Part of the appeal, definitely, is that it reminds me of the cottage we had when we were kids. But a bigger part is that this weekend while we were there I felt right in the moment as all kinds of new memories were being formed. Like, sometimes it takes a while after something’s over before you realize what a great time you were having, but at this place, it’s impossible to miss. Time doesn’t crawl or fly, it just happens. Here, you live.
Dad showed us around the lake, fixed the dock (our Chicago neighbors called him “handy”), and grilled us some awesome kabobs. Probably we should have done a lot more to spoil him, but I think being out in nature, with family, was pretty much what he wanted. That’s part of what makes him my favorite dad! If I shared the full list here you’d probably be reading it for most of the day 🙂
Better yet, let’s make ammends and move on, man! I’d gladly forget the whole mess, sign Favre back, give him a little “kiss and makeup” parade, rename a high school after him, whatever, just pleeeeease don’t make this ugly. Please don’t make me draw any more comics about something so petty and drawn out (a pun!)!
Cortney suggested I draw this comic, then said something else which was more interesting would probably happen to me today. But I drew this one anyway, because I think it’s important for Brett Favre to know how I feel. In order to increase the chances that he’ll find this when he does a google search I’m going to go a little crazy on the tags.
A month or two ago, Wisconsin revealed its stupid, unoriginal, and slightly embarrassing new logo and slogan:
On an evening stroll through my neighborhood I saw a tavern had posted this response:
It’s unfortunately a much more accurate summary of our state’s culture of overindulgence, so that’s kind of pathetic, but I still found it a dang funny response to a ridiculous waste of tax-payer dollars. Live like you mean it? Oh right, by doing a cartwheel! Wisconsin just sounds so enticing – I want to go to there! Sorry, I feel that discussions about ineffective and/or obnoxious advertising is one place where sarcasm is warranted.
Also on my neighborhood walk, the marquee makes it official! Get excited…
I love my little neighborhood. And sometimes I love my state. Like today… come on state legislature, you can do it! Pass that smoking ban!
My Wisconsin accent has gotten thick. I have never noticed such prominent vowels climbing out of my mouth as I have in the past few months. I sound like John Candy from Home Alone. I sound like Mrs. Generic. It’s kind of awesome, and kind of sad. It’s a sad/awesome smoothie, blended together with coconut milk. It’s probably time to rein it in.