Zombie Mary's eyes literally glaze over as she smells the blood of serious problems over at the Johnsons' apartment. Her wrist goes limp and she nearly drops her trowel of doom. Meanwhile, Toby Cameron, the ever present voice of reason ("I think I'll retile the kitchen floor tomorrow,") subtly tries to suggest that the Johnsons might be best off solving their own problems. Oh, Toby, you dear little dimwitted fool. Don't you see Mary's trowel? She's not going to stop until the Johnsons are planted snugly in her garden bed of victims.
May I just add a note on how much I enjoy everyone's comments and emails? Each day we get about 300 visitors here at Mary Worth and Me. I know those aren't staggering numbers for the Interwebs, but when you consider the subject matter, I think it's pretty darn amazing. I appreciate that people stick with the Family Friendly format of this blog, and that many of you have actually signed up to become citizens of Santa Royale by following this blog (if you haven't joined, you're still invited. You wouldn't want to turn me down, would you?). Also, a reminder to newcomers: Don't forget to hold your cursor over the images for your free secret message from the Santa Royale Condo Board.
I hope everyone is having a beautiful spring. Now, I'm off to Opening Day with my son to watch the World Champion Philadelphia Phillies play a baseball game with my beloved Washington Nationals.
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