I remember drawing this when I was down in Ceder City with my In-laws.

You know sometimes I wonder what they think of me. It can’t be good. But since my father-in-law has yet to blast me with his shotgun and I have yet to be locked inside the trunk of an abondoned car and left out in Utah’s endless desert to rot I can assume that they at least tolerate me.

Yeah! That’s positive at least.