Once I went out for a drink with my husband (who in fact used to be a bartender), and I was awfully tired, and I put my head down for a moment. I suddenly felt hands on my neck, massaging me. I assumed it was a close friend, who had seen me and come over to say hi. I looked up, and there, looking down on me sympathetically, was a complete stranger. It was kind of freaky. Anyway, my husband said to me more or less what Charlie says here.
I had a great time at New York Comicon last weekend! Welcome new readers. Special hellos to anyone who chatted with me. I’m going to let you in on a secret. When you leave a comment, below, on my comic? It makes my heart sing.