Nothing Happens At Ten

DG caught a fish.

Wow! I’ve seen bait bigger than that!

Oops. Hey. Nice fish. How big was the one that got away?

“Spring has sprung, da grass is growin’
I wonder who will do da mowin’
Listen to dem boidies sing! Da little boids is on da wing.
No, wait a minute, dats absoid. Da little wings is on da boid.”

Spring has arrived, and it is time to grab our tools and get busy with the yard work.

So I rousted DG out of his nap and set him to work.

Um. No. That’s not what I had in mind.

No, DG, we have work to do.

OK. Uncle.

Now that DG’s antlers are gone, he is still complaining about side effects.

He is worried that his second Covid shot has not given him proper immunity.

DG: “That needle was awful small. What if there wasn’t enough vaccine in it?”

Me: “Don’t worry about it.”

DG: “But shouldn’t I at least have a sore arm?”

Me: “Well, I can fix that with this rubber band.”

Howzat?

OH NO! DG got side effects from his second Covid shot!

DG is NOT amused.

OK. OK. Don’t get all bent out of shape. I’ll erase ’em.

Sheesh….. no sense of humor.

I finally tracked down DG and offered him the second Covid shot.

He wasn’t having anything to do with it.

“Well”, I said, “what if I drew the needle a bit smaller?”

“Still not convinced? How about this one?”

“I can only go down so far, you know. My pen is too thick to get a good drawing of it”.

We finally came to an agreement.

“Don’t get cocky, DG”, I said. “I can still draw you with a sore arm”.

It has been a few weeks since DG got his first Covid shot, so he is due for his second one.

I drew another needle and went looking for him.

Hmmm. He seems to have run off.

If you see him, let him know that I was looking for him.

1. That isn’t even a little funny.
2. It’s April 2nd. You missed it by a day.

Just go back to bed.

DG has a sore arm from his Covid shot.

“Don’t worry about it”, I said, “It’s better than having a sore head”.

Bwaaa haaaa haaaaaa!

Okay! Okay! It’ll  go away in a couple of days. Sheesh. What a grump.

DG was getting really down about not having access to a Covid-19 vaccination.

“DG”, I said, “Relax. You are a cartoon. You can’t even get Covid unless I draw you that way.”

“Don’t worry about it, DG. I would never do that to you.”

But he persisted.

He had me on a technicality.

So, here ya go.

I hope that satisfies him.

Sometimes I wonder if being a cartoonist is worth the aggravation.

It was refreshing news that we are finally approved to get the Covid-19 vaccine shots. Yay.

Unfortunately, there are few appointments available for the shots, and the wait times are long.

DG, being younger and faster than we are, (sigh), decided that he was going to sit down at the computer and help us out.

“Don’t worry about it, DG”, I said, “we will get it done”. But he was adamant. He sat right down and got to work.

A few hours later, he was getting a bit dozy.

And a few hours after that he was in a speck of trouble.

Well, maybe we can get somewhere now that he has done a face plant on the refresh key.

Hang in there. Shots are coming.