[Posted by E&C on 21 Aug 2010 09:24 am]

I want to make sure there’s no confusion here. No ambiguity. This is not a joke. My wife is, in fact, today’s guest artist.

Another fun fact for you. I was hanging out at E’s place one evening several years ago and another friend showed up with his extraordinarily pregnant wife. The whole time they were over, E kept glancing about nervously. I’m not sure if he was looking for escape routes or examining the structural integrity of the house, but he was clearly scared for his life. When the couple left, E exhaled as if he’d been holding his breath for the last half hour.

“Holy shit,” he said. “Did you guys see how fat she was?”
“Dude,” I said. “She’s pregnant.”
“I know she’s pregnant,” he said. “But she’s also fat as a beached whale.”
“It’s not fat. It’s a uterus.”
“The fattest uterus I’ve ever seen.”
“Are you kidding?” I said. “It’s like amniotic fluid and stuff.”
“More like gravy!”

This went on for several hours.

Not really. Most of that story is fictional, but you want to now what’s not fictional? A cooperative act of creation that my wife and I engaged in that led to this strip. I want to make sure everyone’s clear on this. I wrote it. She drew it. Boo-yah.

Grab life by the horns, and if it has horns, ask yourself, What other weaponry is it hiding?
C

P.S. Happy be-lated Father’s Day... to our grandfathers, our fathers, and me.