I've got sand in my underpants

But that's pretty much unavoidable at the lake. Although since I've been home for a few hours, I guess it wouldn't kill me to change. (Is she kidding, or serious? That, my friends, is a mystery.) I had a lot of fun. I caught a fishy. So did Brodie and Dad. But I got a walleye. They just got smelly old jackfish. Hey, mine was the smallest, I have to revel in what glory I can.

But as the rest of my personal news is mostly involving my wonder at how freakin' big my little cousins are getting and more lake-type antics, I'll stop before I bore you all to death. Time for comic news.

Still waiting on approval for the last shirt design. I was hoping it would be ready by the time I got back. Nuts. Patience, young grasshoppers, it'll be up soon.

Er... Actually, that's my last bit of news. I've averaged about 5 hours of sleep a night all week, and it's fuggin' hot in the old apartment, so the Cammi is off to sit on the balcony a bit and then I'm off to curl up in my comfy, comfy bed. Adios!