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Secret Sister

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.

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We wound up having to re-draw 4 times this year.

The Hands-Down Tree

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:

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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.

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Picture Day

Days like this are always funny to look back on…. aren’t they, Charlotte? …Charlotte? Aren’t they?

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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.

Good Doogie

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…

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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!

August Nights

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.

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Happy birthday to Charlotte, who loved “Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark” as a kid. Still the scariest illustrations imaginable!

A Day at Long Lake

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.

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The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2

This Part 2 of a three-part series. Read the first one here!

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton "Oh, no! Mr. Cotton and his pal Spike are lost at sea! Will Mr. Cotton be forced to eat his dearest and most faithful friend? Or will Poseidon take pity on these two rapscallions?"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Mr. Cotton kicks up dust as he zooms away from Barbie's Dream House, having taken her for every penny she was worth"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Waaaaaah! That was my grandmother's feather boa! Give it back, you scoundrel, you thief."

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Oh no! A myserious potion has transformed Mr. Cotton from his usual mild-mannered self to a grusome and toothsome monster! Will the potion wear off before it's too late?!"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Tess, honey, it's bedtime. Put that hamster away now." "Okay Mom. Goodnight!"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Goodnight Mr. Cotton. I love you. You're my best friend"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "My best friend"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Doogie glares"

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.

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Mr. Cotton lost at sea"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Mr. Cotton on the run"

The Middlest Sister: The Life and Times of Mr. Cotton, Part 2 "Mr. Cotton is BIG"

I Want to Believe

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.

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "Sweet dreams, girls!"

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "CLICK"

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. Sleeping

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "Do you guys believe in aliens?"

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "What?"

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "I heard mom talking about these people who live in the mountains who say they've been abducted by aliens."

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "The aliens beam a light through your window at night when you're sleeping and it sucks you up."

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "They take you into their spaceship and do experiments on you."

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "When you wakr up the next morning, you can't remember exactly what happened. But you have a weird scar."

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "It looks like a duck wearing a little top hat."

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. "But I don't believe it. Goodnight guys!"

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The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. Closeup, can't sleep

The Middlest Sister: I Want to Believe. Alien at the window