If only band-aids could solve everything!
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Delirium tremors are next, probably.
For the longest time, putting mascara on me was a futile effort. It just wasn’t going to happen, because I just KNEW I was going to gouge out my eyes with those darn things.
This is the second version of this comic. My husband (who, at that point, was only my friend) contacted me to tell me that there was a huge error in the first version, so I had to fix it.
And that’s basically why I married him.
As far as this comic goes, this is the equation that frustrated math tutors give to their algebra students they are tutoring, if the algebra students are failing and refuse to have help. If they find the error, the tutors leave them alone after a brief discussion. If they don’t? The students reluctantly get tutored.
Can you spot the problem?
I nyaned for about 130,000 seconds once, until I felt bad that my nyaning was exceeding the word count for my not awesome novel. So I closed it.
SHUSH. I’M EMBARRASSED.
There is no joke for the weary.
…impress the wine critics of your life today!
Also, when in doubt, use something earthy to describe wine. It’ll give you props.
