This is the comment that actually kickstarted the idea of doing a webcomic.  Yes, I said that.  Yes, I said it when I was within reach of her.  Some might wonder if I have any survival instincts at all, but I do, honest.  Unfortunately, my mouth is faster than my brain and by the time my squishy pile of grey matter has reviewed the words and started screaming “Abort, abort!  Do not speak!” it’s already been said.  Then the command “duck and cover!” gets sent down, but Stacy’s backhand is also faster than my brain.  This puts me in a state of confusion in which my mouth takes it upon itself to ask stupid questions.  It’s a vicious, vicious cycle.

 

My shirt says “I do what the voices in my wife’s head tell me.”  (She loves that shirt.  ;P )

Stacy’s shirt is a “The Mountain” brand with a gothic angel.  They have awesome shirts.