As I was drawing the Halloween costume for my frog-person for my blog banner, I kept having the same thought:
This is the most time I've spent on myself in a long time...and it's not even really me. It's a drawing of a frog.
This is the most time I've spent on myself in a long time...and it's not even really me. It's a drawing of a frog.
This is the most time I've spent on myself in a long time...and it's not even really me. It's a drawing of a frog.
And so on.
Chuck? I think it's time for an All Girls weekend for Mrs. Mullet. And I'm taking my ^*$#ing cape.
P.S. Chuck's frog-man finally lost some weight and gained some muscle. Swoon away, ladies, swoon away.
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