To read earlier installments of Charles P. Wiggins the third, click here. Once upon a time there was Charles. He was a simple man. Kind. Humble. A real stand-up fellow. He lived a normal life, basically drama free and productive … Continue reading
Remember this? He’s back: Charles P. Wiggins the third has had lots going on in his little made up life, and I’m getting ready to tell you all about it. This time with digital illustrations. Hip hip! Stay tuned.
In case you were too lazy to click on the links from Saturday Steals, I’ve done all the work for you. Here’s what my Trusty Theives (oxymoron?) stole this week slash month: Marilyn made a picture swap, stealing a cute … Continue reading
Some time ago, when I started thinking about taking on the project of redoing our office, I stumbled upon a box of old letters to my husband, which he received while he was serving a mission for our church. The … Continue reading
I was not insecure in junior high. Not much. This is a fact that surprises me every time I take the opportunity to recall it. I had every reason to be insecure. I transferred to my neighborhood junior high school … Continue reading
Today there was a fly in my house. It was having a nervous breakdown. I was standing in my kitchen chopping lettuce for a salad when an unfamiliar noise caught my attention. It was kind of like a fly-buzzing sound, … Continue reading
“It’s not your fault, Lace; it’s the Jerk Gene.” I was attempting to convince my best friend that boys were innately lewd, and she wasn’t doing anything wrong. “You and the Jerk Gene Theory,” she said, rolling her eyes at … Continue reading