
My imagination has been taking some interesting turns this last year and it's been fun.


Everyone, this is Brandy, my sister-in-law. I've been wanting to cartoon this for a year and a half. I'm not sure if she'll like this or not--but I've dressed her up in greens, her favorite color, and hope she doesn't mind much.
Note: my family sometimes calls me "9" and it has to do with how my name is pronounced. People get funny about the pronunciation and spend ridiculous amounts of time correcting each other. I've given up caring and answer to both "Ni-nah" and "Nee-nah".
You bring up my childhood, or any subject relative within five degrees and my dad will trot out his collection of horror stories. I was apparently a hellion and the cause of the premature aging of at least five relatives. When I comment on my own children's falls, bruises or random acts of chaos, he rolls his eyes and says something about karma. I asked him recently what he'd done to karmicly deserve to raise a wild child like me and the subject got changed suddenly.



