We all need a friend like Mary to tell us what to do when we have a really hard choice to make. Things I don't know what to do about:- The government says I must pay taxes. I don't know what to do.
- The air is polluted. Should I breathe it?
- I'm wearing my seat belt. Do I have to crash my car?
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Today's Full Strip
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I'm just waiting for Mary to finish her karate chop to Adrian's gut. "That'll shut her up..."
If I ever move to Santa Royale, I know just what doctor I won't be going to. Adrian. She is so deficient in the mental department that I don't trust her to handle my medical care. I mean, if she STILL thinks Jill Black has any interest in anything other than sabotoging her wedding, then she's really stupid.
Adrian must be a proctologist. She sure knows a lot of bungholes.
I wouldn't trust Adrian to put a bandaid on me.
She's been a pathetic character all along, but she's getting more and more helpless. (How much help do you need choosing wedding invitations?)I wonder if Scott is really one of those guys who slowly sabotages a woman's self esteem until she's totally dependant on him, then abuses the living daylights out of her.
I think Mary should look into that. Well, except that she pretty much does the same thing.
Wanders - Great message. But - it's too late. I wonder if there is a local chapter of MWA (Mary Worths Anonymous). I have even encouraged my daughter to join in the merriment.
Would that be considered "cruelty to adult children?"
Thanks. And by the way, the rendering of the empty chair during the pie eating, looked like a giant alien, or a very short person with a giant welder's hood approaching the table.
It's like this new steering wheel, Mary-- Scott wants to USE it, but I've never had one and I'm just not sure. What should I do?
What was in that lemon meringue pie? Adrian's eyes are about to jump out her their sockets, she's tweaking so hard!
That's right, Vicki. She's not used to the steering wheel because she used to use the car only as a dressing room. Scott thought that if they were going to actually drive it around, it should have a steering wheel. Being a cop and all, he's fussy about those things.
How come Scott wasn't promoted to detective after he got shot? Wasn't he part of breaking up some huge drug cartel? Inquiring minds want to know!
I keep trying to remember exactly what Jill's wedding planning credentials are anyway....
I'm thinking that if Scott works full time, ya know, 40 hours a week. And Adrian works what appears to be much less, that Scott may actually bring home more money than Adrian. So she should just get off of her little high horse, missy.
As a hospital administrator, Jill could probably solve the whole problem by getting Adrian fired. What are friends for?
tuffenuf...I noticed that chair thing too. I thought it might be Homer Simpson in his protective suit for handling radioactive materials. Mmmm......nuclear pie.
I hope Adrian's other friend, George Costanza, helps her pick out invitations. Mmmm....toxic envelope glue.
Good one Toots! too funny,
As the kids say: like, Om, M, and G!
I disappear from here for a few days of that reality thing, only to find my soul swelling inside of me, kind of like an evil interior meringue, just by catching up on Mary.
Did she really inhale her napkin while restraining that beat-down impulse toward Jill?
Can Adrian possibly that be that ditzy and still be a certified doctor?
NOBODY has shot Jill yet? I mean, really, even poor Richie took a bullet way back, and he was just pretending to be manly!
I am so sick of Mary's yellow suit and striped blouse, I'm actually thinking of skipping tomorrow's strip. I have lost all interest in Adrian and just want to see Mary change her outfit and start to MEDDLE already!
Good thing no one is sittng in the back seat, Mary rudely pushed her seat all the way back, while Adiran has her forehead smooshed against the windshield.
Ok, ok -- I get it now. The moral of the story is "Choose what you want no matter what others think."
Now can we move on?
Does Santa Royal have an ordinance that allows junior high girls to get married?
Adrian's prescription pad...
Mr. and Mrs. Scott Hewlett
Mr. and Dr. Scott Hewlett
Scott and Adrian Hewlett
Dr. Adrian Hewlett
Adrian n' Scott 4evah
She hates to wear something that people dislike, and yet she's committed to that hairstyle.
Adrian, following her heart:
1. Accept the proposal of Ted, the unemployed victim of both identity theft and a shady money manager.
2. Plan a big wedding. Though her fiance is broke and would rather elope, a big wedding is worth the trouble and expense.
3. Write a $50,000 check to fiance's sister, a victim of shady people in Florida.
4. Decide that LOVE caused her fiance to falsify his employment background.
5. Reject the proposal of Scott "the law" Hewlett, best thing that ever happened to her.
Love panel 2 of Tuesday's strip. Put the pedal to the metal, Adrian! Moy and Giella are right there in front of your windshield! Maybe that'll knock some sense into them and we won't have an entire week of Adrian and Mary in her car/apartment.
Mary, I don't know what to do. Should I do a double or triple bipass? I had no idea when I got my online medical degree that I would have to make so many decisions.
I really can't think of a solution to the dress dilemma. But as for Scott, he could easily become a doctor. Easily. Doctors are never shot at, make more money, and they hardly ever have to work.
Everyone at Mountview Hosp. is going to be laughing at Adrian anyway.
They laughed when she told them Ted Confey made her feel like a "queen". They laughed when he snookered her out of 50k. They laughed when she sat by Scott's bedside with that ridiculous "EMERGENCY" arrow pointing right at her! The list goes on and on. They may not LIKE Jill, but they all trust her judgement. You just know she's gone and told them all what a "joke" dress Adrian tried on.
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