Every year since we were little, the five of us have drawn names for a Secret Santa gift exchange. Although I’d love to tell you that the following happened a long, long time ago, it actually happened just last week. And it wasn’t too surprising.
We wound up having to re-draw 4 times this year.
Anyone else have parents who would seat the kids at a separate table in restaurants?
Deep in the woods behind our house– okay, technically less than half a mile in the woods behind our house– there grew the spookiest tree in the world. The moment I first laid on it, it gave me chills. Even just the memory of it today gives me the willies. If a tree could be haunted, this one was haunted. If a tree could be cursed, this one was cursed. If a tree could dance naked by the light of the full moon and then go cackling away on a broomstick… this tree surely did.
I found a satellite image of the ol’ woods this morning and was thrilled to find that the Hands-Down Tree still stands. Now, I realize this is a bit like looking at a stranger’s ultrasound photo, but for the benefit of my sisters and some childhood friends, here is the image:
Look! You can still see it! It stands to this day! I hope some other kids have found it and now it invades their nightmares. Um, I mean that in the tenderest way possible. I miss you, old Tree.
Days like this are always funny to look back on…. aren’t they, Charlotte? …Charlotte? Aren’t they?
I am participating in The Waiting’s “Remember the Time…” Blog Hop
Check out the original post here and read through the rest of the participants’ blog posts for more School Portrait memories. To participate yourself, follow the instructions at Emily’s site.
Tess grew up in a haunted house. The ghost was mischievous, unpredictable, and ever-present. A little spooky, sure, but he was easy to laugh off in the light of day. At night, though… well, I think Tess can be excused for wanting an escort…
It’s time that long-suffering Doogie got some credit for being a Good Boy.
If you like Doogie, you might want to check out this entry from my sketchbook, Call of Doogie: Bark Ops.
Also, The Middlest Sister will now appear on Justthefirstframe.com, which is a cool way of browsing for new webcomics. The site displays just the first frame of webcomics, and if you decide you want to read the rest, you just click on the frame to take you to the comic right at the creator’s own site. Pretty neat!
Hello everyone! I’ve been traveling a lot and am now suffering some sort of plague. The fever plus the August heat have inspired this particular comic. I’ve spent the last two nights too hot to fall asleep, and actually did pick up a book of ghost stories just to feel goosebumps again.
Happy birthday to Charlotte, who loved “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” as a kid. Still the scariest illustrations imaginable!
You kids all used to play “squirrels”, too, right?
Fun fact: Those cut paper Cheez-Its made me super hungry. I almost ate them.
Blandina is not the most popular thing I’ve ever made.
For my dad. Happy Father’s Day!
Our house was a short walk from this lake. It’s my dream to one day own a house right on the water of a lake like this, even if it’s a run-down old shack. Even if it’s just a pop-up trailer. Even if it’s just a tent. I’d be content. For as long as the water moccasins didn’t bite me.
I challenge you to hold your breath to the end of this post.
And I never did get to see it, either.
Hey guys! Don’t forget to enter the contest for a chance to be a guest star in an upcoming comic (and other prizes!) Winners announced next week.
This Part 2 of a three-part series. Read the first one here!
And now, here are some photos of the real life Mr. Cotton, possibly the best hamster who ever lived or ever shall live. I apologize for the poor quality; these photos were taken by children with a disposable camera.
My mom used to tell us the wildest stories about alien abductions, and I always swallowed them. I used to tell the kids at my school that my mom was even abducted once. No wonder I had such a hard time making friends. Years later, a girl walked up to me and sais “Oh my god, aren’t you that girl who used to talk about aliens all the time?” I said, “What? Nope! Not me!” and tried to walk away, but she said, “Yes! Yes it was! You said your mom was abducted by aliens!” It was pretty embarrassing. Maybe she will see this comic some day and say to herself “I KNEW it was her!”
Yes, I admit it, Brandis. It was me.