And we’re back from Mexico!  Wifey got herself nice and tanned (Read: Burned) and I got myself a neat tequila bottle that looks like an old flintlock pistol!  I must say, it’s pretty sweet.

From what we’ve been told, it snowed around here when we left. As a precautionary statement, I’d like to disclaim rumors that Canada was sad due to its favorite son departing for down south.

Hopefully we can keep up with the slowly dwindling buffer, as we had little time to actually work on the comic while being bombarded by liquor and food.  We’ll get right back on the trolly! Whoo! Whoo!