"I have so much hope now, Jeff. So much. Perhaps one day, I'll meet my true love, and he'll take me here, to my favorite restaurant, and ask me to marry him. Oh, I dream about it every day. Now, what's wrong Jeff. You look upset."
I'd like to take this moment to remind Karen Moy of the Third Commandment: "Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain." The Ten Commandments are kind of like Mary's Law, only it comes from God. The ten include things like not killing, stealing, or committing adultery. So I'm thinking that the third one is probably important too.
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Jeff doesn't look too anxious to tuck into that big bowl of mush.
Mary goes on with her inevitable recap as a not-so-resigned Dr. Jeff warily regards his bowl of salmon mush, all under the benevolent regard of a stuffed fish with an oddly pretty face.
Meanwhile, chez Weston, Dawn (presumably) invokes a higher power from the other room. Has her laptop crashed? Has she looked into the mirror again? Are zombies after her? Oh, please, please, let it be zombies!
I only eat in restaurants where the food matches the walls, too! One day along with all of her other lessons, perhaps Mary will teach Jeff how to use a spoon.
Mary and Jeff always look forward to the early-bird seafood gruel dinner at the Bum Boat.
Seeing Wilbur Weston chest hair at 5:45 a.m. was some wake up - yowza.
Dr. Jeff should have packed his bags and left town while he had the chance. But at least he (and we) won't have to sit through endless days of Mary retelling the whole Gina and Bobby wedding story. Meanwhile, Wilbur is not sure how to react to the smoke monster from LOST attacking Dawn in the next room.
I can just imagine the love story of Dawn Weston. Is "boring" the adjective I'm looking for here? And, KitKat, I agree with you about seeing WW's chest hair too early in the morning.
I see Wilbur and I feel exactly the same way...oh God, no.
Uh-oh...Looks like Dawn just found Wilbur's porn stash...
Mary might as well jab her bony fingers into Jeff's chest, pull out his heart, and eat it while it's still beating.
Looks like Wilbur is psyching up for some more kite-flying therapy sessions.
I don't usually pay attention to the ads on the Mary Worth and Me blog, but I just had to get a screen shot of one from last night. Bobby and Gina (sans ponytail) posed for an ADT ad. Even the home in the background looks like it came right out of a Mary Worth strip! It's on my Facebook page.
Finally, a Weston story! Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it will be boring, slow moving and unintentionally hilarious, but Wilbur Weston always makes for the best comments on this blog. Wilbur's shirts alone are always good for a laugh. The next six months or so should be highly entertaining.
Dr. Jeff has that thousand yard stare down pretty well. I guess he's got so much practice at it.
But... Wilbur!
Wilbur makes me laugh!
I need a sandwich!
YESSSS! Salmon mush, Wilbur, and Dawn! It doesn't get much better than this in the Worthiverse!
--Beagle Vet
Sadly, Beagle Vet, all too true. It really does not get any better than this.
Looks like Moy has made Dr. J. draw his own entree. Or perhaps he has just finished topping and coring that pineapple in the center of the table? Are they eating Hawaiian? Is that poi in their dishes?!
Maybe the fish is a subtle (very) product placement for McDonald's. Tomorrow, Mary and Dr. J. will sing a few lines of the Filet O' Fish song with it!
I like the mysterious had reaching under Dr. Jeff's arm and stealing his gloop as he either glares at Mary (for her comment about 'hope for love' after jilting him repeatedly) or looks past Mary to keep an eye at the poor fish wall decoration that was pushed out of the way by Mary's text bubble.
And boy, does Wilbur ever have a guilty look.
later that evening
Jeff keeps an anxious eye on the fish that hovers over Mary as she says...
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