Judging by his car, I believe Jeff is now fund raising for breast cancer awareness.
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Was the interior of Jeff's car designed by M.C. Escher? (I'm pretty sure Escher did Mary's kitchen, too.)
Panel Two looks like a son hugging his aging mother.Jeff is becoming Dorian Gray. He must have a portrait of himself hidden in his attic. The portrait is aging as Jeff becomes younger (and more colorful).And, really, "come up for some cocoa?" I bet Mary's cocoa is laced with Kahlua and Smirnoff.
Like Julia Roberts in "Pretty Woman," Mary doesn't kiss.
Jeff was about to say "Not tonight, dear. I have to wash my hair" but quickly remembered that he supposedly has a function beyond sitting in front of a TV and occasionally escorting Mary to the Bum Boat.Wanders, both of your messages today made me laugh out loud.
Oh I could tell you some stories.
Isn't Dr. Jeff's Mary Kay mobile more bloated from yesterday? Is it retaining water?
Do you know what would be great? If Jeff were secretly making sure Mary stays busy with her friend the cake decorator (or is it cake designer?) so he could court another woman. Dr. Jeff the Two-Timing Hair-Dying Pink-Car-Driving Cad (with the electronic reading device)
This whole relationship between them is too ludicrous for words. Inviting your long time supposed love interest up for cocoa after dinner?!? They act as though they're brother and sister. Or robots programmed to try to act like humans but failing miserably...
Oh, brother. COCOA?! Bonus Points awarded today to PEGGY OLSON for a Dorian Gray reference.Cocoa. Urk.
Breast cancer and Halloween awareness...
Personally, I like that cocoa reference. It shows Mary telegraphing, with no undue subtlety, that if Dr. Jeff elects to come up to her apartment, there will be NO partaking of strong spirits, NO hanky panky, NOTHING untoward happening, just some cocoa sipping, which could take, what? 5 minutes once she boils the water and slaps a packet of Swiss Miss in it? So the other message is--I'm inviting you up, BUT it won't be for long, because I've got cake dreams to attend to. . . . Jeff, quickly getting the message, telegraphs right back. If it's only cocoa you're offering, I've got MUCH more important tasks awaiting me. Those fundraising e-mails he mentions aren't from the Democratic party, either. They're probably for something truly worthwhile having to do with bringing good health to the Third World. I would expect nothing less from the good Dr. . ..
Jeff & Mary have been ''dating'' for years. He has already asked Mary to marry him several times, and gets shot down every time, yet he continues their relationship. Is the extent of that ''relationship'' dinners at The Bum Boat, the occasional concert, play or movie, and perhaps, if the moon is full and Jupiter aligns with Mars, a lukewarm cup of cocoa at Mary's condo?
"If by 'cocoa' Mary, you mean 'cocoa', then no, I have 'fundraising e-mails' to attend to, and by 'fundraising e-mails' I mean 'singles bars'. (wow--what an appropriate WV "ymenAsk")
I'm suddenly feeling much better about my romantic track record, thank you very much!
Dr. Jeff has been conditioned to expect nothing more than a cup of cocoa from Mary. That this is all right with him makes them perfectly suited for each other.
Dr. Jeff dares to rebuff Mary? Does he have a death wish or something? Mary won't forget this. Ever.
For the youngsters out there, cocoa was once a drink prepared by heating milk, cocoa powder and sugar in a saucepan on the stove. It took at least 15 minutes to prepare and heat up, but was a delicious warming treat on cold winter's days. I'm sure that is the cocoa which is referred to here... thirty years too late and about 2600 miles too far away from the North!
Mary sure does have a swelled head! Look at the second panel. Her head is much bigger than Jeff's, and she's farther away. No more compliments, Jeff, or her head will explode.
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