Ha! Just slightly overtired, I accidentally posted this bedtime iPad sketch to my family’s private blog instead of here. Oops.

And yes, Aunt Anita, Jack is dead! I’m about as fit as a skeleton. I exercise every day, but I still can’t do a pullup!

I think I screwed up and drew myself looking angry, but it’s really just that mild anxiety that washes over me when I think about the future or remind myself how freakin’ old I am! Wait, don’t get defensive, older readers; it’s just that I sometimes I feel like by now I should have figured out what I want to be when I “grow up.”

It’s Tuesday, and my mood has morphed into pensiveness.

Every once in a while I try to explain to my boss how awesome it would be to work “four tens,” and he looks at me as if I’ve sprouted antlers.

Just like this cocky kid from Yonkers! Happy Memorial Day.