Hey, anyone who’s a parent is really a superhero, right?

Well, at least she’s cooking–sorta. These days, I’m either eating things cold (salads) or I’m microwaving. Does that count as cooking?

The Major General of Lustig Culinary Delights (Shelagh) has been AWOL much of this month on a nursing assignment–healing the sick and no doubt laughing at jokes funnier than mine. (Sob!) Fortunately, she’ll return in a few days and so I’ll have my audience/laugh track back.

In the meantime, it’s not like I can’t fend on my own. I’m eating pretty healthy. And it’s kinda fun seeing how many forgotten items from the fridge and pantry I can throw together in a wrap and see if they explode in the microwave. Tomorrow I may break out the wok and stir fry whatever’s in the freezer. Now, that’s real cooking!

The longest of long-time readers might recognize this as a modified version of the first Last Kiss comic ever published–way back in 1996! Yes, this is the twisted silliness that launched the vast Last Kiss empire.

The moral of this story? Kids, don’t listen to your parents! You can make a living being a smart ass!

I know it’s a little early in the year for a beach scene, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I’ve been wanting to use this gag for a long time!