Broken Heart and a Contrite Spirit

Over the years I had to come up with a lot of ways to "Dear John" a missionary.

Sub for Santa

Sub for Santa means something a little different when you know him personally.

Umbrella

Today's strip is based on a true story. My companion did have a bargain umbrella that did break in the manner depicted in the strip. Only his umbrella came from his girlfriend who bought it for him prior to his mission. He was a little upset with her that day.

The Other Side's Bikes

Since this is a family website, I won't mention the name of the most famous motorcycle club in the world here. (If you're interested in finding out more about the group, you'll find their wikipedia article at this link.)

Rain

Growing up in a desert. I never appreciated how wet constant rain can be until I served a mission. As a missionary, I experienced rainy seasons that lasted weeks and months. And spending as much time as I did outside, I was wet for all of that time.

Thanksgiving Dinner Appointment

Today's gag represents my first ever attempt to draw an anthropomorphic bird on this blog. Apparently, there is some sort of law that in doing so, the bird shall remain pantless.

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

Thanksgiving Dinner

My first Thanksgiving dinner as a missionary was just about as bad as Elder Van Dyke's. We cooked some rice and poured a bottle of Uncle Ben's* sweet and sour chicken sauce on it. Cold. Without chicken.

We were not what you would call competent cooks.

*Strangely a series of Uncle Ben's sauces in a can were the only remotely American food on the shelves of Slovenia stores a couple of years after the fall of communism. These were followed shortly by Dairy Queen and McDonald's restaurants.