Cocktail Hour, a webcomic

To make matters worse I had absolutely no bandages in the apartment and had to go knock on the upstairs neighbor’s door and beg a few. Thankfully I sorta knew her, a little, so it’s wasn’t as awkward as it could have been. Then I went back downstairs and finished the dishes and supper before the husband got home. These days I think I would give up and call for take-out.