July 22, 2004
I stayed up until 9:45 last night working on three more scratchboards to make my quota. Whipped out some dandys, including a desert lightning storm and Britney Spears looking like marriage material, or should that be jail bait material? Okay, yes, it should.

Had lunch with my old bookstore pal Randy Edwards today. We went down to El Encanto (he bought). He and Doc Ingalls and Thadd Turner are planning a huge O.K. Corral event for the 125th anniversary in two years. Very exciting. They may draw 35,000 people down there, which would a huge logistical problem, but a good problem nonetheless.

Got Peaches groomed today. Kathy had to drug her (she hates to go in the car) and although Kathy only gave her half a doggy-prozac, Peaches was drooling and at one point demanded to drive Kathy’s car: “I can drive, bitch!” she kept barking. “I can drive!!” We picked her up at three and she looks wonderful and alert. Listen up dawgs, don’t do drugs.

Have we as a nation just gotten a tad ridiculous recently, or what? I was listening to the news and some trucker was complaining about a new law that says they can’t drive for more than 11 hours because some advocacy group calling themselves “Mothers Against Tired Truckers” got a bill passed. I’m not making this up. What’s next? Mothers Against Sleepy Nightwatchmen? Excuse me, nightwatchpersons.

The whole damn family is on their way down to Scottsdale to check into the Bob Boze Bell suite at a certain plush hotel that rhymes with Restin (Mothers Against Restin’ Waitresses). Tomas called and raved about how ridiculous the suite is and he’s right. Kathy made the bell-boy read my bio, on the wall, where it says I was the valedictorian of my high school, which is a complete lie (Mothers Against Lying Sacks of Sugar-Coated Cartoonists).

I’m heading down there as soon as I finish this even though I have work to finish (Mothers Against Procrastinating Executive Editors).

”Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify the hunters.”
—Old African Saying