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Sunday Comics

January 22, 2017January 18, 2017bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

Does anyone want to come over for leftover Christmas ham every night for the next 2 or 3 months?

— 〰 Just Linda 〰 (@LindaInDisguise) January 7, 2017

https://twitter.com/misfarber/status/806297598797770752

me: baby, are you mad at me just because I got the wrong sandpaper grit?

her: it's fine

— Andy H. (@AndyAsAdjective) January 5, 2017

I'm the reason the cashier hesitates a little before asking you how you're doing.

— Lurkin' Mom (@LurkAtHomeMom) January 5, 2017

Store Owner: Sorry, but we don't carry chicken feed. You want the place across the road.

*The Chicken stares deadpan into the camera

— John Carpenter’s The Alex Nevil (@TheAlexNevil) January 6, 2017

Goldfish Diaries 12/23/16

January 19, 2017February 15, 2017bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

Forgetfulness?

How dare they forget! The caretakers should have left a note when they quarantined my babies.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “forgetfulness”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2017 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 12/16/16

January 16, 2017December 28, 2016bobbibowwoman1 Comment

Prayer, blackmail, chance, karma?

I have no idea (nor do I care) how this happened.

But there they are.

Is this real?

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “blackmail”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 12/02/16

January 12, 2017December 28, 2016bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

More than a stroke of luck, it was a miracle. I looked beyond the glass…and there they were.

How is this possible?

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “stroke of luck”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 11/25/16

January 9, 2017December 28, 2016bobbibowwoman2 Comments

Snail righted herself after the wake. I checked for damage.

Then I saw it.

A glow spread to the tips of my fins.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “glow”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 11/18/16

January 5, 2017December 28, 2016bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

wack

the water moves in waves

“Hey, hey…handle with care” we yell. “We’re swimming here!”

snail tips over

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “handle with care”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 11/11/16

January 2, 2017December 28, 2016bobbibowwoman2 Comments

I wonder if it is too much to hope, wherever my baby eggs are…they somehow remember me and how I gazed at each one?

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “remember”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Sunday Comics

January 1, 2017December 31, 2016bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

Call me crazy but "dropping the ball" does not sound like a good way to start off a new year.

— Saucy Kensington (@Book_Krazy) December 30, 2016

https://twitter.com/jordanwebster97/status/815160967101288448

https://twitter.com/jjrasmus/status/815316396146102272

New Years Resolution: exercise (my right to eat) more (tacos)!!

— T R O Y (@TK150580) December 31, 2016

I refuse to acknowledge the new year until the old one cleans up the mess it made.

— John Carpenter’s The Alex Nevil (@TheAlexNevil) December 31, 2016

Goldfish Diaries 11/04/16

December 29, 2016December 26, 2016bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

Asked boys about my baby eggs.

“They were out of time, of course.”

Of course??

Not even Snail knows what that means.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “out of time”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Goldfish Diaries 10/28/16

December 26, 2016December 25, 2016bobbibowwomanLeave a comment

I long to ask those behind the glass if my babies are safe in the sea.

But we are worlds apart and I can only hope.

Friday Phrases (#FP) Theme “worlds apart”

Illustration by Bobbi Bowman@2016 on iPad app “Drawing Pad”

Forgetfulness?

How dare they forget! The caretakers should have left a note when they quarantined my babies.

Prayer, blackmail, chance, karma?

I have no idea (nor do I care) how this happened.

But there they are.

Is this real?

More than a stroke of luck, it was a miracle. I looked beyond the glass…and there they were.

How is this possible?

Snail righted herself after the wake. I checked for damage.

Then I saw it.

A glow spread to the tips of my fins.

*wack*

*the water moves in waves*

“Hey, hey…handle with care” we yell. “We’re swimming here!”

*snail tips over*

I wonder if it is too much to hope, wherever my baby eggs are…they somehow remember me and how I gazed at each one?

Asked boys about my baby eggs.

“They were out of time, of course.”

Of course??

Not even Snail knows what that means.

I long to ask those behind the glass if my babies are safe in the sea.

But we are worlds apart and I can only hope.

wack

the water moves in waves

snail tips over