…in the pocket of your trousers end up in the washing machine and then end up in the tumble dryer and oh my god, there are shreds of tissues on everything….someone shoot me now…
Posted on December 5, 2010, in Uncategorized and tagged Drawings, Family, Humour, Illustration, Life, Pen and Ink, Sketchbook. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
Wow that cat is doing an excellent job at knocking off all your bathroom supplies. You gotta love ca
It’s my kids that made me quit using makeup but I’m sure a cat’s just as bad at getting into everyth
I love your art. You have caused me to feel the moment with you.
Hahahahaha I know that one!
Our house has an open door policy for the bathroom cause either the dog or cat scratches the door if
Hahahaha, you've lost that basket :D
Love this!..
Adorable, as usual. <3
Doodlemum 
Soo pleased you drop by my blog, cause in turn I discoverd yours. Its great, I love the illustrations. My mum is an illustrator, so I kind of have an extra interest.
Oh and thanks for following, I’m following you now too.
And as for this post, argh, I so know what you mean! Washed tissues in pockets drive me crackers.
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Aw thank you! It’s so comforting to find common ground over explosive tissue (god, that sounded sarcastic…it wasn’t meant to be…). I shall stay tuned too!!
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I get either tiny little bits all over black clothes, or strange hardened balls of tissue deep in the pockets. It’s not possible to predict which, other than the more difficult it would be to remove the bits, the more likely that bits will occur.
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