Sigh. No, they won’t. They’ll be the same as always. And don’t slip on that pile of rotten dreams — er, leaves, my dear.
Also: I drew this outfit to be The Dorkiest Of All Time ®, but now I rather like it. You know what that means? I myself am The Dorkiest Of All Time®…OK, hardly a newsflash.
And that’s ALL FOUR SEASONS in one week. Next week: Baseball T-Shirts!
Or mine, anyway.
Winter: a relentlessly cruel and withholding mistress. (Note: No cartoon foxes were harmed in the making of this cartoon stole).
See you tomorrow with Autumn.
….you deluded ditz. Watch your step!
Uh-oh! Someone needs her lemonade refilled…
Isn’t there something about summer that just screams sweaty, desperate, murderous whore? No? Don’t get me wrong, I love it. But I can see how one might not want it around all year.
Tomorrow: the slightly less overheated and sunburnt Spring.