Wolf Wears Wool

First day of March, eh?  Barely saw the retreating backside of February, it seems like.  Ah well, I’m not complaining.  Spring is round the corner, horrah!

. . . And considering spring is now tentatively nipping at our bums (it can hardly nip our noses, that’s Jack Frost’s job), I thought I would draw something springy (meaning, of-or-related to the season, not something bouncy, mind). Ursula’s got a bunch of new plantstuffs ready to be installed in her garden. Only, right now she’s taking a break to . . . er, pose. Mmmyep.

Guh, it’s so sad, but I am BORING MYSELF TO BITS. I can not think of anything to blog about . . . And this tells me that my life is becoming progressively, gradually, clinically DULL. I am the boringest boring that ever boringed.

. . . Let’s see. I woke up and swore when I saw the clock and realised I’d slept through my alarm and twenty minutes longer than ought. I got ready for work, piled into my car, pulled out of the alley and swore when the school bus passed and was going to be ahead of me. I got to work and swore when I looked at my phone and realised I was two minutes late because of the bastarding bus. I swore when I phone pooked out for my neglecting to charge it the night before. I swore when I pulled a cat’s bedding out to clean her cage, only to discover the hard way that her ability to aim for the litterbox had apparently suffered in the face of explosive diarrhoeia. I went to mop up and swore when I found that whoever had been at admin last had neglected to restock with a clean mophead and I had to walk all the way back to the main building to fetch one. I clocked out and swore because I was supposed to run to the grocery store, but I really had to pee, so I went straight home. Then, I ate supper. It was feckin’ delicious.

THE END.

And that, ladies and gents, is my marvelously interesting life. Yes, I know, I am weeping wretchedly as well.

Crumbs, I swear . . . Where the froopy heck does the time go?!

K. suggested that I draw R. today, and I complied.  I did not, however, draw him “on a dragon, nursing a baby.”  I mean, yes, R. is ridiculous, but even he has his standards . . . And that is a right 11.5 on the Ridiculometre.

As per usual, I didn’t get half done what I wanted to get done today . . . Partially due to my cats holding me hostage.  And I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was a piss-easy hostage at that.  I woke up with a horrible pain in my back (from yesterday, no doubt) and the boys just came round and laid on top of me.  Ru tends to prefer my collarbones (providing him a good vantage point, for he is a big fan of the incessant licking of faces)  and Zeke likes my stomach.  And if I were to guess, I would say that their combined body heat, along with the vibrations of the massive purrstorm that was going on actually served as a relaxant to my muscles . . . Either way, I felt loads better when I finally dragged my sorry arse out of bed at Ridiculous O’clock 11.30 AM.

Ran errands with mum, have food now.  Life is good.

. . . Even if half the time, this morning, I kept having to remind Ru that whilst licking my face is okay, licking my MOUTH is really not on.

Grah.  I already whinged about car-related and drivey zings.  On with the daily sketch;

. . . The last of the genderbent cast.   Aurelia is now Aurelius!  And yer . . . As I was saying in DA, this picture is actually VERY FUNNY.  K. knows why . . . But Aurelius wound up looking virtually identical to another character I made from a different storyline.   His name is Jade and he is also a surgeon.   Here he is with the rest of his family (and the synthezoid his brother has recently taken in);

He’s in the middle, with his wife, who looks, funnily enough, a great deal like Ursula. But yes, viola the Katzenallenbogen family. From Left to Right; Jazz Hands, Jasper, Bianca-Eve, Jade, Gemmaline and Alabaster.

. . . There’s a huge story behind this image, but if I go into it, we shall be here all night. GOOD NIGHT.