Baby Announcement

This is my design for the T-shirt we used to announce my wife's pregnancy.  We had my son wear it to family events, and just waited for the grand-parents to notice.  It was fun!

T-shirts for sale here if you would like one for your son/soon to be big brother!

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Captain BubbleBeard!

"Raise the mizzen mast!  Hoist the sails!  Heavy seas me boys, heavy seas!   We can’t let the Swiss Miss escape with arr tray-sure boys!"

Captain Kip BubbleBeard swings down from the boom and lands on the deck as the thunder claps behind him.  “Hoist them sails I say!”

BOOOM!!  CrAcK!  a chain shot cannon fire takes out the main sail.

“Captain! Captain!  We’re losin’ speed!  We need that sail.” Cries Cornelius Jones.  The squatty red-headed first mate.  The rain has turned is orange poof of hair into a sopping mop.

“No Fear, Boy-O!” Captain BubbleBeard hacks the rope next to him.  Instantly releasing the pully supporting the crates of rum cakes below.  He then grabs the rope and is launched towards the broken sail.

Rapidly BubbleBeard starts to re-tie the sails when something grabs hold of his boot and yanks it clean off, nearly pulling him into the icy water below.  Between his smelly toes, the Cap’n sees the murky figure of the horrid beast rising from the sea.  Its the the Grizzled Sea Witch, Mrs. Baxter!

“What are you doing on my desk Kip?!” says she, in a high screechy voice of disapproval.

Immediately the waves subside, the wind dissipates, and the roaring thunder transforms to a chorus of laughter.

“Eye- ie, - I, I wha.. - “

“Quit your stuttering and get back in your seat!  I leave you children alone for 5 minutes, and I come back to this!  Why when I was your age...” Mrs. Baxters mutters to herself as she shuffles to the front of the class.  “Next time I’m sending you to the principal's office!”

...to be continued.

This is the beginning of a little short story I'm working on in honor of my son's first birthday.  Hope you enjoyed it!

Ambry Gnome

The Ambry Gnomes are known to live in closets, cupboards, and cellars where they work tirelessly to turn juice and barley into wine and beer.

At the Under Step Brewery, Jacob Mosholder prepares the cider for fermentation.  Then leaves it in the closet under his stairs where these guys do the rest.  Resulting in delicious, knock you on your butt, hard cider!

Hundreds of years ago, a small group of gnomes were exiled from their community after a night of drunken belligerence.  In search of shelter they found refuge in the cabinets (ambries) and cellars of a monastery.  Precisely where the monks stored their wheat, barely, and grape juice.  Ever since then the Monks have been revered as the experts of beer crafting.  But now you know, its really these tiny folk who deserve the credit.

Jake's Crazy Chicken

So if I ever opened a chicken shack, this would be it.

Because its better than yesterday's ham.

Leslie

So the other day, my wife and her friend were talking about how scandalous the high school girls dress these days, and how things used to be back in their day, "with the finger tip length rule and all."  And spontaneously I blurted out the line below, which inspired this!

Shark Week

In honor of Shark Week on Discovery Channel!

I actually drew this years ago, but just got around to coloring it tonight.  I guess it had something to do with watching all these shark shows and then the Tracy Morgan episode of Tanked where they build a shark tank in his basement.  Soooo awesome!  Just gotta convince my wife how necessary it would be to our son's educational development to have one in the living room.

Assumptions

Maybe I'll title this one Ass-umptions?  I didn't get around to coloring this one, but I felt like it didn't need it.  Comment, subscribe, share and like if you do!