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Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch - either in illustration or word form - and the other would make a companion sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.

The Lothario of Smith Street hates the winter. 

It’s not the ice or the cold or the snow. That the Lothario can handle.

His hate stems from all the fine females who wear big, puffy coats. He can’t admire their fine forms, is what draws his ire. The Lothario can’t tell which chicks to make a move on when, in the big, puffy coats and acres of hats, scarves, and socks, he can’t even tell if they are, indeed, fine females. 

It frustrates the Lothario, who yearns for some quality Spring wooing.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.