The Buckets by Greg Cravens for November 25, 2014

My wife woke me up and made me get out of bed one night to make sure the back door was locked. When I asked her why she didn’t check it herself (seeing as she was awake and it was worrying her) she said it was cold. I went. The door was locked. I broke my little toe on the edge of a bookcase on the way back to bed, and as I hopped around cursing, my wife asked me to be quiet because I was keeping her up. Not kidding… I turned that into a Buckets Sunday in the early 2000’s. Today’s cartoon is just another angle of the same thing, I suppose, filtered through life with my kids.