Tales from the Sock Drawer: Sasha the Skidmark Seer

I am, by nature, rather mystical, so when I discovered a psychic had moved into my sock drawer, I decided to seek her out.  I was in for a bit of a shock, though.  Turns out Sasha is a skidmark seer, meaning for $40 she will read the pooey marks on your underwear.

Fortunately, I am what is known as a pooey person, and after handing her a suitably decorated pair, I sat back and waited for her to weave her magic. What she told me left me disappointed.  Not only did she get my occupation wrong, (she said I was unemployed when in fact I am a writer) and get the names of my parents mixed up (my dad's the one named Jim) but she told me I eat too much cereal as well.

I don't want to say she turned me into a skeptic, but that morning at least, we both walked away thinking the other was full of shit.

Now What?

Strip #16 (continued from September 7th)

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Now What?

Strip #10 (continued from Aug 16th)

Ghosts in my garden

I’m kind of shaken.

I went outside to take photos of my blueberry bushes like I do every Wednesday at this time, and what should I see in one of the images, but a couple of ghosts.

Now, I’m not one hundred percent certain these are actually spirits I’ve captured; they could be smudges on the lens from the moth I killed.  But they certainly look like two little girls, don’t they?

It’s so creepy, yet annoying all at once.  Because if they are ghosts, they never asked if they could pick my blueberries.