I came home after a night of imbibing copious amounts of bourbon. Ruth's only response to me stumbling into the bedroom to let her know I was home and to give her smooches was "you smell like one of my library patrons."
She requested I draw this to illustrate her disgust of my boozy smooches. I don't get this drunk often...but when I do I am either a machine of rage and destruction or on this occasion a sweet, ginger bearded buffoon.
What a patient and tolerant person I have married.
