Posted the Jumpsuit comic today and I’m mentally reviewing the six (or so) times in my life when I’ve tried on a glam one-piece jumpsuit. All six (or so) of those times produced the same result, and I inevitably form the same conclusion: jumpsuits are created for some other type of woman who may or may not exist. Like JLo.
It’s probably for the best anyhow. I’m not keen on the idea of having to get naked to take a wizz.
Oh, I included this drawing just for funsies, so this post wouldn’t look too sad and empty. The drawing is still in progress and represents my Saturday morning state. Pants always optional. Rompers prohibited.
I love fitting a quick doodle into my morning. It makes the day feel good right off the bat. Also, it gets boring sitting under a sleeping baby.