Babies. They creep me out. They break easily, and I don’t want to hold them. That apparently makes me inconsiderate, but I’ve honestly never had a parent that I’ve explained this to be anything but understanding- it’s usually some third party that comes up to me later and gives me the old “you have to love babies because you are a girl” song-and-dance.

Finally got moved into the new place! I am exhausted, I’m coming down with a cold, and I’m going to have to work all weekend. ¬†However, I came up with the perfect title for this comic strip, so all is well.